the dashboard drum

you knew most
of the words by heart.
nearly every
song
of the sixties
and seventies.
the words
you didn't know
you filled in
with words of
your own.
you pounded
the dashboard
riding shotgun
in many of beat
up cars, dodge darts,
and mustangs,
impalas and
bugs, a cold
can of beer
between your
legs, a few friends
shaking their
long hair
and a token
blonde, someone's
sister who you never
had a shot with.
but you knew
the songs. you
had that going
for you. still do.