A Tin of Keys : "single word challenge" poetry please

This is the homemade tambourine
of jingles from abandoned doors,

an instrument of jangled clicks
that time has tumbled houses through,

and cars - a '59 Ford, '61 Bonneville,
the minty green Buick with gills -

and keys to pink diaries with poodles and locks
to the pimply yearning of miles and miles

of girls, a generation of women known for
lost fumbling at doors to find kisses

or later, much later, the key to lock up
while the boy of "back then" grows bald

and a little paunch (with love handles) honks
the horn of a car where children, some boys,

girls, side by side by side - all waiting
for you, impatiently whining,

blessedly whining, for you to turn
and join them in a two-tone wagon

that is only a jangle now, a jingle inside
a tin lifted to rattle out old songs.

[after Ted Kooser's "A Jar of Buttons", Delights & Shadows]