monday

another weekend
passes.
and the new morning
punches you
gently in the gut
to get up.
to get to it.
get out there and
make a buck.
do something.
so you shower and dress,
slip
on your work
shoes.
coffee on the way,
you steer numbly
into Monday,
the start of a new week,
no different
than the last
or the one to follow.