In a Cadillac With Susan Michelson
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