Jumbled thoughts, it must be Thursday


You run

Monday morning

shaking off the weekend, trying

to find your coffee cup

and Wednesday?

its routine, in the cabinet by the magazines

a coffee cup waiting for

you to pour in liquid morning.

Why Thursday then?

why so lost and jumbled

coffee cup in hand

last drip of coffee falling

to enter the pot

and me

wearing my tuxedo shirt

and wiping the sleep from my eyes

jumbled thoughts

half in the week

half in the weekend

Why, then Thursday?

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