Cold showers

Couldn’t wait for the station when I saw the smoke, a nice cushion to sit on–I had only been on a train once–
but loved it.
Yellow’s not my color, but they say it was mother’s, and she wore her badge boldly before she died–wish I had one.
The older children are sad, must have been on trains many times before. Rickety cattle cars pass–
what do they with all that beef?
At last, a shower after days on the smelly train. The floor is cold. Oh no, cold showers–
I hate cold showers.