so you do

the bleary eyed
stranger
outside the coffee shop
doesn't ask
for anything. not change,
or a dollar,
he tips his
rail road cap
and says good day.
his shirt oiled
with sweat,
his lips chapped with
sun.
ballooned pants
pushed into
his boots.
he's been everywhere
it seems.
the dirt of the world
carried with him.
how can you not
give him
something.
so you do.