Sentence:  To Rockford, Illinois, in my case, where a clean bed in a family-run motel and a few beers at a raucously <WSD>jukeboxed</WSD> tavern blended comfortably into nine thirty the next morning, the Illinois border, and Wisconsin—flat and dull and paved gray past Madison to Eau Claire, but turning quickly backwoods and twisty through the Chipewa Falls, Rice Lake, Spooner territory with nothing on the radio all day but polka music and local obituary reports. 
Meaning of the word marked with <WSD> tags:  Filled with jukebox music.