It's Monday

IT'S MONDAY Now it's Monday, not as good as Sunday Pet's all fed time to jump in my Hyundai It is hard to say if it is a race, or a drawl The thought of Monday, to many appalls I grab a coffee, and some eats for today It is back on the road; I'm near half way Where I am now thinking of parking lots For at my works, there are no top spots I am 10 minutes ahead of time, it's cool Always early, with me, it's a ground rule Find, that parking space, relax in leisure Getting in firsts to me always a pleasure As for the elevator, smells nice and fresh No, pungent whiff of stale sweating flesh The last dreg's of coffee I am good to go Working away as others make their show Noon-time; then at last me time to relax Watching, as pigeons make their fly-past 5pm comes around, I am finished at last The elevator is no fun now it's full of gas No redemption, for us all wearing masks Ground level, it is all out, fresh air gasps I, make it to the car, I've had a good day I, take the long route, to miss traffic fray Odd wave to the street folk, home I'm in To the meow of the cats, "eck what a din A dog that's slobbering all over the place It is always good; to have hit home base Indiana Shaw . . . ; ) "Mind, flamin' Friday is another day" . . . : /