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 a 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, and 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´s she´s straighteming her stockings, her hair is getting wet. Oh, this rain it will continue through the morning as I´m listening to the bells of the cathedral, I´m thinking of your voice. And of the midnight picnic once upon a time, before the rain began. And I finish up my coffee. And it´s time to catch the train.

( Lyrics : "Tom´s dinner ", Suzanne Vega )

Open a window and look it in. Her voice, a story : morning, rain, coffee, paper, bells, train...