Tom Waits eyed me from around the corner of a big coat draped over the diner's dirty and torn vinyl booth as he held a coffee in his hand. I had a quarter and was flipping thru the juke. after I made my selection and it began playing 'The heart of Saturday Night' Waits got up and left. I didn't know it was him, but I did see the shadow of a man walk outside and I heard the sound of a zippo lighter open and struggle to light. A few minutes later, as the song was winding down this shadow walked back in with a baseball bat and began to slug out the juke. He then turned to me with a finger outstretched and said to me these words--'I didn't want to hear that shit tonight, there is a Loretta Lynn fog rolling in over a Muddy Waters midnight!'. I told him there wasn't any Loretta Lynn on the Juke. He then put the bat down and walked over to me a slugged me in the jaw. 'Its a diner goddamit--there is always Loretta Lynn in the diner jukes!' and he pulled out about 600 dollars in twenties and handed it to the waitress and said he was sorry for busting up the joint. He sat back down and finished his coffee even though it was cold as a photographers elbow shooting pictures of little kids playing hockey on the neighborhood pond.