At somebody coming in
(This is how it should be, but this, is how it is)
It is always nice to see you
[??x]
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
And I'm pretending not to see them and instead I pour the milk
At somebody coming in, it is always nice to see you [??x]