Good Radio Poem by Lamar Cole

He had ridden in a lot of raggedy cars.
But he didn't care as long as they got him from point A to point B.
He rode in rusted cars and ones with holes in the floorboard.
He rode in ones with busted windows.
And ones that had no heat or air conditioning.
And tires that were bald and slick.
He rode in ones that shaked so badly.
That he thought that he was in an earthquake.
But like Aaron Tippin said, it had to have a good radio.
And a pretty girl sitting in the passenger seat.