The early morning knock
is answered with blurry eyes.
A too bright face asks if
a vehicle needs out of the garage.
The stomping above our heads
jarring us to wakefulness,
makes this so much more
Monday
than usual.
Large trucks high centre on
our steep driveway, whirling tires
Asphalt is scraped, rasping.
Scraping, scouring off the shingles.
Thudding as they hit the ground.
This Monday morning,
Coffee is required.
I’m leaving for work early.
This is too much Monday
for me.
Shawn L. Bird 
I think that would be too much Monday for me too Shawn! Great poem and slice of life too.
Thanks, David.
Too Monday for me as well! Come swiftly Friday! ツ
I don’t want to rush the week, but I wish Monday morning didn’t come quite so quickly.
Some Mondays are more Monday than others.
lol. Indeed.
I think U2 singing Sunday Bloody Sunday were out by one day!
lol
This is a very clever and great poem! I like it a lot!! 🙂
Thank you. I’m glad
You’re very welcome 😁
Today has been an overdose of Monday . Nice poem
Yup. Still several things on my To Do list!
Loved this … especially since I first read it immediately after waking up on a Monday! (well planned!)
lol. Well, of course, that was my plan! 😉
But how wonderful that something necessary is getting done (by someone else, lol).
There’s that! lol They ran out of one component, so had to send one guy back this morning to finish up. I wasn’t thrilled to hear him stomping around at 7:30 either. 😉
Wonderful. Fabulous. Another one that reminds me of a David Thewlis poem.
I am going to have to look up David Thewlis!
Do it. Let me know if you like his poems.
He’s written a book, but the reviews I’ve heard weren’t all positive. I’ll have to look and find out for myself. I read the first few pages and the description, and along with all the reviews, it came across looking like a Kurt Vonnegut satire.
“The plot is a little jerky at times, slow to get going, and then rather too speedy as it slides into farce in the final third.”
So… basically, Breakfast of Champions.