Down to my last few dollars and I press on...
|I have $47.16 left from my paycheck;
just enough for one more tank of gas.
I wanted to make four hundred miles more
I will sleeping in my truck stiff and sore.
Down to one last tank of cheapest gas,
and another Styrofoam cup of coffee.
I followed the Interstates’ green sign,
north toward the Delaware state line.
Four hundred miles to go before night,
if my truck doesn't run out of gas,
I should make it to Lowell, Mass,
with no money for lodging or repast.
I will be sleeping in my truck tonight,
thinking of a way to finance 100 more miles.
Traffic is thick and movement slow.
I follow a van too close, praying as I go.
I wonder what happened to my paycheck,
why I didn't budget enough money for gas.
Four hundred miles chases day to night,
I need a safe place to park my truck tonight.