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.