Strangers in a Coffee House

I noticed him before he came inside. The coffee shop is located on the corner of a busy intersection. It has large windows that allow patrons to see the comings and goings on the street as they relax over espressos and other assorted beverages. He was bundled in a Mexican blanket; he had a full beard of salt and pepper. His hair was straggly but didn't appear to be grimy. On his feet he wore sandals with socks that couldn't possibly have warded off the bitter cold in the air. He clearly wasn't a local and he gave off the distinct aura of someone who had nowhere specific to go. I watched him come into the coffee shop but stopped watching him as he approached the counter. I didn't want to stare, and I feared that my companion would notice that she did not have my undivided attention.

The next time I saw him he was taking residence at the table adjacent to ours. In his hand he carried an espresso mug. I marveled at the sight. Something about a man who appeared to be near destitute sipping an espresso instead of an old fashioned cup of Joe struck me as humorous. At the same time he sparked an interest in me. He carried no belongings save the worn blanket that appeared to have been colorful earlier in its life.

After a couple of minutes he politely interrupted our conversation and inquired as to where he may purchase tobacco. We directed him to the nearest location and he thanked us profusely. I watched as he attempted to engage others in polite banter only to be rewarded with indifferent shrugs and hurried, mumbled responses.

I was mesmerized by his presence even as he fell asleep; his chin tucked into his chest, his breathing slowed, and his face set with a placid expression. I couldn't help but wish I had my camera. I knew that I was missing out on an amazing photographic opportunity. The photo would have been incredible. At the same time, I was cognizant of a sadness he invoked in me. He was passing through town on his way from somewhere else, to who-knows where. He was clearly a man with a story.

When he awoke he once again thanked us for the directions, left the shop, and has haunted my memory ever since. This was months ago, but I still picture him sitting there, bundled in his blanket, enjoying the warmth, and resting for a spell.