musée

just beyond the runaway truck ramp
ROUTE 80, NEXT LEFT illuminates beneath my headlights,
a shoestring road 
stretching taught between the tin cans of our hometowns.

all i can see
is the brightly lit booth in the distance,
signs detailing price-per-mile,
toll tag readers flashing against the moonlight,
everything trying to warn me: 

honey, 
driving down this road is gunna cost you.