In the Passenger Seat

Not all music soothes the soul; I find some downright grating. At times like those, a wish for silence Isn’t overstating. I’m really not a fan of rap And opera’s not my lingo, But rock or blues or classical And certain jazz – well, bingo! Yet even in my chosen genre, Some songs I can’t take And when my husband drives, The music choice is his to make. And so I often fall asleep To music that’s a bore; The savage beast within me Just can’t take it anymore. The easiest solution, Which will help my spirits thrive, Is to commandeer the radio – But then I have to drive!