Scrambling station to station
On my car radio, she scrolls
To find her country songs.

We talk about one of our favorite
Pastimes: being in our rooms,
Listening and singing along.

Mind you, she’s currently twelve,
And this was twenty-six years ago,
At least, from when I did so at mom’s.

Notwithstanding, I was pleased to make
Such a connection as this, with my daughter,
Who is on the verge of being an angsty teenager.

I like rock and roll, alternative and progressive,
And as I said to her, can come to enjoy country,
As we both agree, as long as it’s not too twangy.