Our paths cross with countless strangers,
Strangers who may never be more than a coffee encounter
Or an empty seat on an otherwise full bus.
But maybe for the cost of coffee
Would come a million dollars?
Who knew that strangers
With only one few hours to their credit
Would lead to
That long coffee which cost you
That missed train, which led to
That empty bus seat, next to
That stranger, whose brief correspondence
Sparked a thought.. Born of casual banter
Evolving into your next best seller.