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 loneliness

And friendships in half's

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

I watch your face

To see secret kindness

And watch quiet grace