Steamerhead Breakdown Poem by Derek R. Audette

Out on Steamerhead road
the sun burning there
too bright to see
the awesome heat tears at me
out on Steamerhead road
I find myself lost

dust
dust and gravel
on the side of the road
Steamerhead road
and I am alone
the summer stinks
but it is beautiful
fragrant

out on Steamerhead road
steam pours from under the hood
the old beast couldn't take it
any longer

there is a pistol in the glove-box
the heat is too intense

I might do something foolish
out on Steamerhead road

but, how may others
have lived this exact scenario,
in this exact location,
so many times,
out on Steamerhead road?

There is a pistol in the glove-box