C Scent

C Scent

The C
with a mushroom sticker
on it’s window
smells surprisingly good
for this time of night

As if
the perfume of the model
posing above my head
has somehow diffused
through the train car

up the stale smell
of one thousand or so
sweat-covered shapes
entering, exiting

or maybe even living
on the blue benches
around the silver poles
of this C