side of the road

the flat tire gives you
a lonely feeling.
a feeling of regret
and remorse, what for
you have no idea. you can
only sit on the side of the road
waiting for
a good Samaritan or
truck
who might help you out,
or give
you a tow. your triple
A card expired
just yesterday.
your cell phone is dead.
it's hot. blistering
in the sun.
but you sit and wait
against your metal car,
your punctured tire,
sunglasses, and hat
screwed on. sometimes
the world
takes a turn you don't
see, making you stop
everything along
some desolate road,
a deserted highway.
it's just you and a small
lizard that keeps
popping his head
out from under a nearby
rock, his shadowed home.