finding the cheapest gas

my father

would drive ten or fifteen miles

out of the way

to get

the cheapest gas

although

his daily route of travel

was the post office,

the PX,

the barber shop,

and KFC for chicken.

maybe a two-mile circle.

his vision was

bad at that point,

sometimes asking me

if the light

was green or red,

as he stomped on the gas.

there's a gas station

i heard about

on tv, it's in Queen Anne,

that is ten cents cheaper,

he tells me,

opening up a map,

blocking the windshield.

Here, hold the steering

wheel

for me, he'd say, as he 

dragged his finger

along

a web of blue and red lines.

i have a coupon too for

oil if we need it.