I am
In the
At the
On the

I am
At the
For the man
To the coffee

And he it
Only
And before
I even

He is looking
Out the
At somebody
in

« It is
Nice to you »
Says the man
Behind the counter

To the
Who has come in
She is
Her

And I look
The other way
As they are

Their hellos

I’m
Not to see them
Instead
I pour the

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

Who had
he was drinking
It was no one
I had of

And I’m
To the
And looking
For the

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

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

No she does not
see me
Cause she sees
Her reflection

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

And while she’s
her
Her hair
Has wet

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

To the
Of the
I am thinking
Of your voice…

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

I up my coffee
It’s time to the train