The Price of Gasoline

[Wildcard]

The solution to all the world's ills
that I was contemplating during the traffic jam at exit 37
was completely forgotten by the off ramp at exit 62.
The sun makes feeble attempts to break through the grey/black clouds. -- personally wonder if it wouldn't fit the tone better to make it a scorcher of a day instead of overcast . . . one more thing to add to the tension.
This weather sucks. --This line made me laugh out loud. It seemed random at the time but now I see it fits into the scheme.
The low gas indicator light turns itself on.
I know without counting that I have but $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, --Good close imo
I may have to kill him.

This is one of those short poems that amount to a snap shot or short scene. Even though it is brief, there is a lot of strong images. I do think there is a good bit of filler that could be cut, but I am no expert.

The title kind of gives the poem an irritated sound from the beginning, but I think the first few lines are a little distracting when taken in the big picture. Maybe start a at L5?

Anyway as this is in Novice, I leave it to others to add their feedback.

Thanks for sharing.