The other day,
I walked down the mainstreet of downtown
Past a coffee shop
There was a boy in the window,
holding a coffee
He looked familiar,
but I don’t have the slightest clue who he was

The strangest thing though,
I could tell you what he did when he woke up this morning
The names of his dogs
His favorite song
The reason he quit playing basketball
How he does his hair

I knew what kind of coffee was in that stranger’s cup