The voice of Monday

Put on Sidney Bachet, 'Blues in thirds ' , 'Blue horizons' ...the sound of Monday is a dragging moan.

if a Monday makes a sound, and no one's there to hear it, does it make a sound at all?

because no one is there to hear!

everyone is still in Sunday, or looking forward to the immesurable improvement of Tuesday.

A radiator fan belt, freshly installed screeches incipidely, struggling to cling to the drive wheel. a messy symbol of friction. who isn't a screeching a fan belt on Mondays?

a door hinge the has never been oiled, so worn, that a drop will probably dissolve the metal.

an ambulance rushing to save someone,

who's day is ruined.

oh, to be hospitalized on a Monday...

Neighbors fighting, even before the sun came up, their chairs dragging incesently above like a herd of elephants in must.

An asphalt grader, grinding the pavement, kicking up dust, and failing to conceal the cancerous mess under the rubber skirt.

Sidney, oh Sidney, why must the blues be in thirds? tell the clarinet I'm going to cry.

the earphone plug breaks, just as well, it's too noisy to hear a thing with all that Monday going