We ate in it
so it stank of special sauce and sour shakes.
We drank in it
so it smelled of the dregs in the rolling cans under the seat.

In the console lived a monster named Dragmar.
We would open it up and ask for advice.
From the rearview mirror hung Pop 'n Fresh,
the good angel to the bad.

Riding shotgun I sat cracking the vinyl in time to Radar Love.
In the back crowded Jim and Tom, sometimes Steve who
knew all the words to Taxi:
She was going to be an actress and I...

Girls in the car.
Dave introduces them to Dragmar,
gives Pop 'n Fresh to some weeping Sophomore.
I could have killed him for that.