Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

i smell like a train station

i smell like stale bread, crumpled bits of greasy paper, empty juice bottles, concrete dust, sweaty train seats, mostly-clean urinals, hand soap, toothpaste, coffee, stinky boots, sweat socks, mud, pine sap, iron, and money that has changed a thousand hands and will change a thousand more.

i made it to my sister's place all right. i've got to wash the trains off me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I liked the imagery. Although, it's way to many things to smell at any one time.