I wanted a counter to sit at
Next to someone who hadn't washed
I wanted to hear their mutterings
That they know who shot JFK
"Six sugars, missy ... but don't go stirring it!"
"Don't you know I don't like it too sweet!"
I wanted a counter to sit at
A place to watch the world go by
I wanted to see but not be seen
Listen but not be heard
Life passing me by in the fast lane
I wanted to sit this one out
© Robert Ford 1997