hit the road jack

what's worse than a cold
cup of weak
coffee,
or a baby crying,
or being stuck in traffic,
maybe a kiss
on the cheek, or a pat
on the back.
or a text saying no.
we're done.
hit the road, jack.
or maybe
the scratch on a record,
skipping
for eternity
making you get up
to drop the needle
a line or two
down the disc. just
little things
to remind you
that Monday is right
around the bend.