The smoking car smells like men,
Cigar smoke, cigarettes, and then
Old Spice mixed with shaving lotion,
Jumbled in one common motion.
The other cars are damp and crusty,
With dead beer cans, all cracked and rusty,
But even when it’s standing room,
To the weary traveller, it’s perfume.
Notes: As a college student at Rutgers-Newark, I commuted for two years on the Erie Lackawanna railroad – from Denville to Newark, and back again. I still like trains. For the most part, they smell a whole lot better now, than they did back then.