cheaper gas

gas is cheaper
down the road, he says,
as I drive
his behemoth car
down the highway.
don't stop here.
it's three cents cheaper
ten miles
to the left.
let's go there.
they know me there.
I want to top the tank
off
in case it storms,
or I run out of milk
and bread
and need to go out.
I drive,
rolling the window
down
with a broken crank.
I give it gas,
then swing
the wipers back and forth
to smear the window
of bugs.