Eggs And Sausage
Tom Waits Lyrics


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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
Two 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
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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Tom Waits’s song “Eggs and Sausage” are a poetic portrayal of the post-midnight subculture, a world of strangers existing in a space that’s both intimate and alienating. In the opening verse, Waits sets the scene at a diner where a group of insomniacs, gypsy hacks, and other outsiders have gathered around the coffee urn to commiserate with one another. This is a desperate, transient world of late shifts and graveyard masquerades, a place where people come to seek refuge from their own disconcerted lives.


As the waitress takes orders for eggs and sausage, coffee and a roll, and various other greasy breakfast dishes, the singer observes the strange characters around him. There’s a sense of emptiness to this world, a sense that no one really knows where they’re going or what they’re doing. The paper’s been read, the restless patrons have nothing left to say to each other, and the only sound is the register ringing and the waitress singing. The scene is bleak, but there’s a certain beauty to it, a poetry to the way Waits describes the world of the diner in all its grimy detail.


The final verse takes a more personal turn, as the singer reflects on his own life and relationships. He’s been “86ed” from a disconcerted affair, and he’s now a refugee from the world of love and relationships. The touch of his former lover’s fingers lingers burning in his memory, but now he’s alone in his own melodramatic nocturnal scene. The lead pipe morning falls, and the waitress calls, a reminder that the world keeps turning, even as the patrons of the diner remain stuck in their own patterns of despair.


Line by Line Meaning

Nighthawks at the diner
People are drinking coffee and eating food at a late-night diner


Of Emma's 49er, there's a rendezvous
The diner being referred to is named Emma's 49er


Of strangers around the coffee urn tonight
The people in the diner do not know each other


All the gypsy hacks, the insomniacs
The people in the diner include wandering musicians and people who have trouble sleeping


Now the paper's been read
The newspaper is finished being read by the patrons of the diner


Now the waitress said
The waitress is speaking to a customer


Eggs and sausage and a side of toast
The customer orders some specific breakfast foods


Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
The customer adds some other breakfast items to their order


Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
The waitress offers other food options as well


What kind of pie?
The waitress asks about dessert options


In a graveyard charade, a late shift masquerade
The late-night diner experience is described as eerie and surreal


Two for a quarter, dime for a dance
There is a jukebox in the diner and the songs cost a low amount to play


With Woolworth rhinestone diamond
The customer describes the jewelry being worn by someone they are observing in the diner


Earrings, and a sideway's glance
The customer is observing someone who seems aloof or mysterious


And now the register rings
The sound of the cash register is heard in the diner


And now the waitress sings
The waitress sings while she works


The classified section offered no direction
Someone has been looking for guidance in the newspaper's classified ads, but found nothing helpful


It's a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud
The atmosphere of the diner includes lots of cigarette smoke and coffee


Now the touch of your fingers
The customer is reminiscing about a romantic partner


Lingers burning in my memory
The memory of being with the romantic partner is very vivid and intense


I've been 86ed from your scheme
The customer has been rejected or kicked out by the romantic partner


I'm in a melodramatic nocturnal scene
The customer feels like they are in a dramatic, surreal situation


I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair
The customer is trying to escape from a relationship that has caused them distress


As the lead pipe morning falls
The early morning hours are described as heavy or burdened


And the waitress calls
The waitress is doing her job and getting the diner ready for the day




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, JALMA MUSIC
Written by: Thomas Waits

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Paulus

intro: I was always eh, kinda want to like consider myself kind of a pioneer of the palette
A restaurateur if you will
I've wined, dined, sipped and supped in some of the most demonstrably beamer
Epitomable bistros in the Los Angles metropolitan region
Yeah, I've had strange looking patty melts at Norms
I've had dangerous veal cutlets at the Copper Penny
Well what you get is a breaded salsbury steak in a shake-n-bake
And topped with a provocative sauce of Velveeta and uh, half-n-half
Smothered with Campbell's tomato soup
See I have kinda of a uh...well I order my veal cutlet
Christ it left the plate and it walked down to the end of the counter
Waitress, ? she's wearing those rhinestone glasses with the little pearl thing clipped on the sweater
My veal cutlet come down, tried to beat the shit out of my cup of coffee
Coffee just wasn't strong enough to defend itself



All comments from YouTube:

Michael Cathcart

My introduction to Tom Waits was in 1977, when I was 9 years old, watching Saturday Night Live... and he did this song. I had never seen or heard anything quite like Tom Waits then, and really, not since. He's his own genre, his own definition, his own universe. Been a fan since that night.

Nmshine

Just wanted to say I have been loving this tune for over 30 years. And still love it. Just awesome. So glad so many feel the same way!

Robert Hadfield

50 years.

Jerome Ayalon

@Robert Hadfield Are we that old? Still one of my favorite albums!

MaiKe

Such a pleasure to read the comments of others who love this music as much as I do.

Juris Klavins

The late night diner crowd is a special fraternity - Tom Waits gets it! 😎

Holywine777

... hope it is still like that...

Max Weaver

I personally think: this is the coolest fucking thing ever laid down on tape. Tom is the singer-songwriter. He takes multiple genres, and interprets them in his own way.Jack Kerouac combined with John Coltrane.

MaiKe

Please don't, but you can say that again :-)

Anthony Salvati

I couldn't agree more, Coltrane and Kerouac, spot on analogy. Imagine my surprise in 1972 while sitting on the lawn at Tanglewood, waiting for Stephen Stills to perform, and a guy who looks like he slept on a park bench shuffles onto the stage by himself and starts half, rapping half singing in a voice that sounds like he had gargled cement ten minutes earlier. At first I thought the opening act was a comedian, but it took about 1 minute to realize different. Then he sat down at the piano joined by the bass, sax player and drummer, and by the end of the set I could have cared less if Stills made an appearance. In fact, no disrespect to Stills, but we left halfway through his set, it seemed insignificant after what we had just witnessed.

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