Mexican Radio man at Real Toads

"A penny for your thoughts" says Corey (aka Herotomost) at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads today. A penny for our thoughts, provided our thoughts are about him, he goes on to specify.
Then he gave us a "just kidding" syllable count of 2324459877678765. A red flag in front of the proverbial bull, Corey m'dear. You should know that. Don't dare to dare me.

I always try to have my own poem written for Real Toads before I read the work of any of the others. This is partly to keep me from being distracted by someone else's point of view, and partly to protect my all-too-fragile ego from undergoing what it underwent today when I accidentally read Susan's Corey-poem before I looked at today's challenge. Her work was wonderful, fabulously flawless, and fortunately far too good for the likes of a scribbler like me to copy.
In a halfhearted attempt to lay the blame on Susan, however, I can say she didn't mention Real Toads until after a reader read the poem. By the time I realized what she had written and why she had written it, and put the two together, it was too late.
However, Corey's syllable-counting joke has given me an out. I rendered it religiously, thus:

2324459877678765

Corey

Rowley is

rowdy;

this none of us

can now deny

(although he will try).

The man at Mexican Radio

sometimes hides behind the music,

Not the same number
as the one written
on his shirt.

trying not to let Real Toads

know the meaning of his odes.

But he does have a heart

which might show up in his art.

He cannot hide behind music,

he cannot hide there at all.

We now have his number

written on the wall.