The seat is cracked and taped with green

The seat is cracked and taped with green.

The city's gray and mostly mean

behind the foggy pane.

We hit a hole and jumped the track.

A forehead left a smudge of black,

a greasy oil against the back

of where the car wash stood.

The diesel smoke is gray and thick.

It makes the morning feel quite sick.

The city is a dirty trick

we play upon ourselves.