Cheery chime of the alarm,
I squint at my phone, realize I have overslept,
Savagely pull at the covers, tumble and slide out of bed,
Nothing will rid the early morning blues, not even a cheery tune.
Drive to the train station is taking too long,
I can make the turn before the light turns red. , I surge forward,
Now stuck in the middle of the road, I am bad at reversing,
Traffic goes around me; horns blaring are a rude awakening.
Reach into the bag for the train pass,
Realize I didn’t take it from the bag I toted yesterday,
Pay the extra and settle in,
Man sits next to me; he hasn’t taken a shower in days.
Hurry to the office, dropping some coins in the tin,
The huddled figure mumbles something,
Was it a man or a woman? , and I step into a puddle on the road,
It rained yesterday; at least the sun is out and will stay that way rest of the week.
The woman finds many faults with my work,
Return to my desk, I try to redo it; she is incapable of any appreciation.
Dash to the cafeteria after lunch to get my vanilla tapioca pudding,
The glutton, who sits next to me, grabs the last one.
I look at my watch, and decide its 5 already,
Jostle through the crowd, reach the train station,
My train came in early; I scour the compartments,
Placing myself near the doors, I glance at other people who didn’t find seats.
Reach my station, I get off, walk to my car,
Parking lot was full this morning. , that’s why I parked further out,
Stout drops of water pelt me; I look up to see the nearly black sky,
Dripping wet on the leather, I turn the key, “Perfect Day” comes on and I switch off the radio.
