The Wanderer

Out of the railroad eating house

Comes a lean brown man,

And putting down his pack

Sits smoking a cigarette.

The glow lights up his sensitive Voltaire face

Gazing moodily out on the trail:

The blue patches under his eyes

Show that he has not slept;

It is evident that he has not long to live

And that he knows it.

He will die sooner if he smokes cigarettes,

And that is the reason why he is smoking one.