Tom Waits

nighthawks at the diner
of Emmas 49er, theres a rendezvous
of strangers around the coffee urn tonight
all the gypsy hacks, the insomniacs
now the papers been read
now the waitress said
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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 sideways glance
and now the register rings
and now the waitress sings
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the classified section offered no direction
its a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud
now the touch of your fingers
lingers burning in my memory
Ive been 86ed from your scheme
Im in a melodramatic nocturnal scene
Im a refugee from a disconcerted affair
as the lead pipe morning falls
and the waitress calls
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[ Eggs And Sausage (In A Cadillac With Susan Michelson) Lyrics ]