Manhattan Transfer by John Dos Passos — Read

Red light. Bell.

A block deep four ranks of cars wait at the grade crossing, fenders in taillights, mudguards scraping mudguards, motors purring hot, exhausts reeking, cars from Babylon and Jamaica, cars from Montauk, Port Jefferson, Patchogue, limousines from Long Beach, Far Rockaway, roadsters from Great Neck. cars full of asters and wet bathingsuits, sunsinged necks, mouths sticky from sodas and hotdawgs. cars dusted with pollen of ragweed and goldenrod.