Black coffee in a heavy pot.
The grill is humming and it's hot.
She stands beside the silver tray.
The morning light is far away.
Her apron has a yellow stain.
She looks out at the falling rain.
The clock is ticking on the wall.
She feels the sudden heavy fall.
Break the glass and let it go.
Watch the steady river flow.
Tear the menu from the stand.
Slipping through her shaking hand.
A regular wants eggs and toast.
She's haunted by a quiet ghost.
She drops a spoon upon the floor.
She cannot take it anymore.
Break the glass and let it go.
Watch the steady river flow.
Tear the menu from the stand.
Slipping through her shaking hand.
The kettle screams a high white note.
A sudden lump inside her throat.
The grease is popping on the flame.
She can't remember her own name.
She leans against the stainless steel.
The spinning world is like a wheel.
The sugar shaker hits the ground.
The only kind of honest sound.
The diner smells of old fried oil.
The water starts to jump and boil.
She closes eyes to hide the glare.
A heavy weight is in the air.
Break the glass and let it go.
Watch the steady river flow.
Tear the menu from the stand.
Slipping through her shaking hand.
Steam and silver, cold and grey.
Just another working day.
Fade away.
Fade away.
