one more pina colada

the vacation

doesn't work, it doesn't do

what it's supposed to do.

in fact,

it makes things worse.

you dread

the upcoming Monday,

as you lie

in the sand

with your unread book.

you know what

awaits you when you return,

your desk full

of problems,

your computer

and phone stuffed

with e-mails, texts

and voice mails.

two weeks away

and you're doomed.

one more pina colada

then back

to your boardwalk room.