Going to Sleep

If I had my druthers,
I’d drift off to sleep
To the sweet notes of jazz tunes,
Like others count sheep.

I once used to listen
Each night, as I faded,
To rock and roll classics
And no, I’m not jaded.

I still love rock music,
But don’t sleep alone;
And music at bed time
Elicits a groan

Or worse, from my husband.
It stops him from sleeping;
Though we can hear city sounds –
Honking and beeping.

That doesn’t disturb him.
But I recognize
In marriage, one has to
Accept compromise.

So I keep the radio
Off, when in bed,
And fall asleep thinking
Of rhymes in my head.

As far as solutions go,
This ones’ all right.
I get a head start
On my blog poem each night!