Nighthawks at the diner

[WilliamPitt]

nighthawks at the diner
of Emma's 49er, there's a rendezvous
of strangers around the coffee urn tonight
all the gypsy hacks, the insomniacs
now the paper's been read
now the waitress said

eggs and sausage and a side of toast
coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
what kind of pie?

In a graveyard charade, a late shift masquerade
2 for a quarter, dime for a dance
with Woolworth rhinestone diamond
earrings, and a sideway's glance
and now the register rings
and now the waitress sings

the classified section offered no direction
it's a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud
now the touch of your fingers
lingers burning in my memory
I've been 86ed from your scheme
I'm in a melodramatic nocturnal scene
I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair
as the lead pipe morning falls
and the waitress calls

- Tom Waits

[GrpCaptMandrake]

1. My kinda place! n/t

[proud2BlibKansan]

2. These Nighthawks?

[Hissyspit]

3. ...where the piano has been drinking. n/t

[Heidi]

4. DU Nighthawks at the Diner!

[In_The_Wind]

5. The place looks big enough for all of us!

Hi gf!

[Heidi]

8. Smooch!

[In_The_Wind]

11. *smoochies*

[BikeWriter]

6. ROFL! Cats and all, huh?

[Heidi]

7. As you well know, BikeWriter, it's _all about the cats_.

:evilgrin:

Here, have a post-Christmas Heidi kiss:

[BikeWriter]

10. Thank you, Sweety. That woke me up!

[SeattleGirl]

9. Thanks Will!

As a member in good standing of the Nighthawks, gracias!