Tom’s Diner

Posted by Troy on 21st January 2016 in Uncategorized

A lot of people hate this song, but if you listen to the lyrics, it really is a beautiful and awesome song.  I highly recommend you listen to the acapella version:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zzE-VTYOqxU

I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner

I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee

And he fills it
Only halfway
And before
I even argue

He is looking
Out the window
At somebody
Coming in

“It is always
Nice to see you”
Says the man
Behind the counter

To the woman
Who has come in
She is shaking
Her umbrella

And I look
The other way
As they are kissing
Their hellos

I’m pretending
Not to see them
Instead
I pour the milk

I open
Up the paper
There’s a story
Of an actor

Who had died
While he was drinking
It was no one
I had heard of

And I’m turning
To the horoscope
And looking
For the funnies

When I’m feeling
Someone watching me
And so
I raise my head

There’s a woman
On the outside
Looking inside
Does she see me?

No she does not
Really see me
Cause she sees
Her own reflection

And I’m trying
Not to notice
That she’s hitching
Up her skirt

And while she’s
Straightening her stockings
Her hair
Has gotten wet

Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As I’m listening

To the bells
Of the cathedral
I am thinking
Of your voice…

And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain began…

I finish up my coffee
It’s time to catch the train

The take: She’s having her breakfast at a diner and not getting the care and attention due to her as a customer because this girl comes in that the guy at the counter is into.  Might I add, the girl shakes her umbrella which is really inconsiderate to everyone else by getting water everywhere.  She turns away so that she doesn’t have to see their exchange of affections.  The news has a story about some actor who died drinking.  Why do we care?  Why is the news full of this tripe?  It’s unimportant.  She’s trying to distract herself with other meaningless drivel.  She feels someone watching her and looks up.  She wonders if the girl outside sees her, but the girl outside is wrapped up in herself and is only seeing her own reflection.  While trying to make herself more presentable in her vanity, the girl gets her hair wet, making her look worse.  The talk about rain is just a statement of depression.  This rain, this depression, is going to last forever.  Then the church bells ring, which stands for a wedding that never happened.  She slows her voice and trails off, lost in a thought about her past love’s voice…and a midnight picnic long before the depression began…but it’s time to go to work so she finishes up the coffee and goes to catch the train because life doesn’t stop or care about her depression.  No one notices her.  Hell, she can’t even get the bare minimum as a paying customer…but life goes on…

Long Live the Constitution!

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