A Early Rock 'N' Roll Friend Poem by Richard R Collins Jr

Blasting out boston through his 2 door vehicle
I have to hear it.
I like a few
Not many.
I use to hear
But not any more
Whatever he wishes to turn
The radio too?
That's his desire
And his temp to do so
Becomes a flame of fire.

If its not inside his vehicle
He's surrounded by it
At home.
A complete library.
From A to Z

wow came to me
when I saw a compilation of tapes
CD's
This is what I must see
From a rock 'n' roll fanatic