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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem