Eggs and Sausage.

Si por algo me gusta tom waits es por esa facilidad que tiene para hacer poesia de momentos profundamente urbanos, intimos y decadentes... Y es bello, visceral y la misma musica te lleva a la escena, te identifica, no te hace anhelar, muy por el contrario le da un tinte de magia a la cotidianeidad, haciendola tan anhelable como un paisaje llenod e aves o una playa lejana... Le da un aire de exquisita libertad de apreciar lo urbano y cotidiano como algo magico, y ese pedazo de libertad que regala, es inapreciable.

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"Tom Waits - Eggs Sausage"

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

(chorus)

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

(chorus)