:

She put lipstick on my cheek;
I pecked her back, then climbed
aboard. I watched her getting smaller
on the platform as I leaned out
of a window. She was a dot
when we hit the tunnel.

I sat for a while with her perfume
in my nostrils, then a kilted Scot
lit up his pipe and the last hint of her
was smothered by Mac Barren.