Tom's diner


On a rainy Sunday late noon
in a fast-food restaurant
lunch time has been over, people went back to their work
a round table for four people
there is a woman

she almost looks pale and skinny
picking up french flies piece by piece and masticating slowly
then swallowing down
drinking coffee got cold and sighing

hey I don't want to see you look so tired, sweetie
I like you so much
now you need Tom's diner

if this restaurant was mine
I would play Tom's diner
only for you

Her black hair has a fine luster and flows down over her shoulders
it's so beautiful
reluctantly having lunch as if it was an obligation
she wears no accessories.
let me play Tom's diner for you
Feeling like Tom's diner


After finishing her coffee, she worn a hat low over her eyes and went out the restaurant.
a subdued violet rain coat suits her
She wants to listen Tom's diner




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for original Tom's diner by Suzanne Vega