I am sitting in a hire car

Which I am planning to steal

Quite how I got here is a mystery

As I have just run out of gas

On this dusty and featureless road

A hitch hiker is sleeping in the back

We have been travelling for three days

She told me that this is the Atacama Desert

And that she is heading to San Pedro

Where her sister lives and works

I suppose then that

It is matter of waiting

For the next passing car