Creepy.

Wow. Not quite a classic, but still pretty emblematic.

I'm not one for modern dating scenes, but by comparison, they seem positively utopian.

Wow, I really luke this shot. It's so empty and lonely.

It reminds me more of Automat than Nighthawks

I thought of that painting, too, brujita. (Though the face in the window makes it creepier than a Hopper image, to me. )

Ooooh.

I come here to be alone sometimes. I can see the light in the window from my apartment down the block, and I like to come down here and have a cup, talk to the waitresses. They never seem to mind the hour.

Sure, the sailor boys come and go, but they never stay long, and most of them are still thinking of home, and their mothers, not of me. Still, they appreciate having someone to talk to, spend the hours with. Can't say as I don't enjoy myself, also.

Tom and I split up awhile ago, now ain't that just another pail of water under the bridge, though? He was a good kid, nervy though. And as much as I needed and loved him, I couldn't see myself the way he saw me - too confining, too stay-at-home. Our parting was for the best....


She's there again, at the window. I'm sure she doesn't know I'm here. I don't have the heart to go in and order something, say something. What could I say? "Come back, I need you?" She needs me, I'm sure of that. All women need a strong man, a presence in their lives to keep them sorted out.

I don't know why she couldn't see that - I would have denied her nothing. And just look at her, sitting all alone - she's here every night. How sad, really. Always the same booth, right under the sign.

It's coming up at 3:30am now. Soon, she'll leave, go back to her tiny apartment down the way. She always keeps the light on for awhile after she gets to bed upstairs.

I just re-read Last Exit to Brooklyn and thought of Tralala when I saw that picture.