I come through here quite often and I think about you I come through here quite often and I wonder what you do
a wrong turn at the corner I could say I got lost a confusion of memories where two streets crossed
the vision I remember is eyes through the steam coming off the coffee and rising off the cream
and I don't even know you and I don't mean to stare but I know what you're thinking I can see that you dare to
care about people and look into their lives as you hand them a spoon as you polish the knives you reach out and touch one every once in a while with off handed wisdom or a lop-sided smile
now they say don't talk to strangers I say, 'why the hell not' if you don't talk to strangers tell me what have you got? a world without wisdom a life without laughs a season of lonliness and friendships in halfs
do you care about strangers and look into their lives their sons and their daughters their husbands and wives
so I come here for coffee and I watch your face to see secret kindness and watch quiet grace