Meeting you like this

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 .