The elevator smells like a cheap motel
not that there’s something that an elevator
should smell like
just something that it shouldn’t

The coffee reeks of cheapness
Dank sweat permeates the hallways
Corridors that smell of basement and mold

Barely filtered over conditioned air
masks the smell of one too many catered asian
meals waft around
someone’s food truck muck

I try not to
breathe

I miss the smell of the rain on the pavement
The sharp sting, icy smell of fresh snow
I miss the wet tang of spring thaw
and even the heavy bite of diesel
I miss the smell of barbeques, fat dripping on charcoals,
and the burning musk leaves of fall
Fresh mown lawn smell
staining the inside of your nose

Here everything smells like a stain.