The Price of Gasoline

[billy]

The epic poem I was conjuring during the traffic jam at exit 37
was completely misplaced by the off ramp at exit 62.
The sun makes feeble attempts to break through the grey/black clouds.
Some god toying with us I think. do
The low gas indicator light turns itself on.
I know without counting that I have $8.21 in my pocket.
Two gallons worth.
At a traffic light, some asshole is playing music I hate
much too loud.
If the light does not turn green soon,
I may have to kill him.

L4 doesn't add to the poem. maybe a bit of reworking the enjambment in a place or two. other than that i enjoyed the frustration of the thing
i think if you broke down the first two lines into three or even 4 lines it would add more tension to the start of the piece.
L3 could end at 'through'

small nits really, i like the content, and specially like the culmination where the light-heartedness of the statement has nasty undertones.

Thanks for the read. (worthy of being in mild or serious.)