Eggs and Sausage (In a Cadillac With Susan Michelson) - Tom Waits

    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



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