lost and late

lost and late,
you keep driving.
you circle, you check
the map,
turning on the over head
light.
you look at the sky,
where the sun is.
you find north,
south,
you wet your finger
and stick it out
the window.
you think about turning
on your gps,
or stopping to ask
someone where you are,
that farmer on his tractor
for instance,
but you don't,
you're a man, you'll
find a way out
of this without anyone
else's help,
ignoring the laughter
in your head
that she would provide
at this point.