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!
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