The road smelled like Dust and maple syrup. The Wind blew one direction, Then the next. Cigar ashes Had burned random patterns In the floor board. A few busted Springs under the cloth seat Made the ride uncomfortable At times. The only excitement So far was an Appaloosa galloping Widely along side an overgrown fence. Between the curves in the road I Kept glancing down at the odometer Just take make sure I was still Moving. I had been chasing the sun All afternoon, but now it was dropping behind A mid west hillside . The air now smelled Like burnt oil and wheel grease. I had noticed That the radio station had faded and only static Churned out the speaker. If I was lost, it Was because I chose to be. A low tire squealed As I left the Last Chance diner . 2 miles up the road, My crooked high beams flashed over a figure Wearing a tie dye top and a thin wrinkled Skirt. Knotted hair hung down past her shoulders And she held a bandana in her hand. I rumbled Closer. She stuck out her thumb .