tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868870647262186073.post20351347860821456..comments2023-08-11T03:35:17.085-06:00Comments on lessonsinmotherhood: Tom's Diner has made me crazy for 17 years.KiShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01370135521403962753noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868870647262186073.post-47933694786686933372008-04-18T19:44:00.000-06:002008-04-18T19:44:00.000-06:00Gee Dad, THANKS SO MUCH.Gee Dad, THANKS SO MUCH.KiShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01370135521403962753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868870647262186073.post-88767520108252985892008-04-18T18:23:00.000-06:002008-04-18T18:23:00.000-06:00Here you go sweetieTom's DinerI am sitting In the ...Here you go sweetie<BR/><BR/>Tom's Diner<BR/>I am sitting <BR/>In the morning <BR/>At the diner <BR/>On the corner <BR/><BR/>I am waiting <BR/>At the counter <BR/>For the man <BR/>To pour the coffee <BR/><BR/>And he fills it <BR/>Only halfway <BR/>And before <BR/>I even argue <BR/><BR/>He is looking <BR/>Out the window <BR/>At somebody <BR/>Coming in <BR/><BR/>"It is always <BR/>Nice to see you" <BR/>Says the man <BR/>Behind the counter <BR/><BR/>To the woman <BR/>Who has come in <BR/>She is shaking <BR/>Her umbrella <BR/><BR/>And I look <BR/>The other way <BR/>As they are kissing <BR/>Their hellos <BR/><BR/>I'm pretending <BR/>Not to see them <BR/>And instead <BR/>I pour the milk <BR/><BR/>I open <BR/>Up the paper <BR/>There's a story <BR/>Of an actor <BR/><BR/>Who had died <BR/>While he was drinking <BR/>It was no one <BR/>I had heard of <BR/><BR/>And I'm turning <BR/>To the horoscope<BR/>And looking <BR/>For the funnies <BR/><BR/>When I'm feeling <BR/>Someone watching me <BR/>And so <BR/>I raise my head <BR/><BR/>There's a woman <BR/>On the outside <BR/>Looking inside <BR/>Does she see me? <BR/><BR/>No she does not <BR/>Really see me <BR/>Cause she sees <BR/>Her own reflection <BR/><BR/>And I'm trying <BR/>Not to notice <BR/>That she's hitching <BR/>Up her skirt <BR/><BR/>And while she's <BR/>Straightening her stockings <BR/>Her hair <BR/>Has gotten wet <BR/><BR/>Oh, this rain <BR/>It will continue <BR/>Through the morning <BR/>As I'm listening <BR/><BR/>To the bells <BR/>Of the cathedral <BR/>I am thinking <BR/>Of your voice <BR/><BR/>And of the midnight picnic <BR/>Once upon a time <BR/>Before the rain began <BR/>I finish up my coffee <BR/><BR/>It's time to catch the train <BR/><BR/>DadAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868870647262186073.post-18199267102299785852008-04-16T21:22:00.000-06:002008-04-16T21:22:00.000-06:00Ha, Ha! That makes me laugh - My husband gets song...Ha, Ha! That makes me laugh - My husband gets songs stuck in his head and he is the one who sings them constantly then they get into mine....but now thanks to you I have Tom's Diner in my head...Kristihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01799632832340542828noreply@blogger.com