Abandoned Luncheonette

They sat in an abandoned luncheonette
Sipping imaginary cola
And drawing faces in the tabletop dust
His voice was rusty
From years as a sergeant in "This Man's Army"
Hey was old and crusty
She was twenty when the diner was a baby
He was a dishwasher
Busy in the back
His hands covered with gravy
Hair black and wavy
Brilliantine slick
A pot-cleaning dandy
He was young and randy
Day-to-day, to-day, today
Then they were old, their lives wasted away
Month-to-month, to-year-to-year
They all run together
All run together
Time measured by the peeling of paint
On the luncheonette wall
They sat together in the empty diner
Filled with cracked china
Old news was blowing 'cross the filthy floor
And the sign on the door read
"This way out", that's all it said
That's all it said
That's all it said
Day-to-day, to-day, today
Then they were old, their lives wasted away
Month-to-month, and year-to-year
And month-to-month, and year-to-year
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