Layby

A chicken sandwich appears from the front seat
I’m told it’s special, Marks and Sparks.
I think it tastes of petrol but I persevere.
The car occasionally wobbles from passing trucks.
Eat the sandwich. Get the snacks.
I don’t know how many hours in we are.
How many left. How far.
Walkman batteries running low. 
Eat the sandwich. Then we go.