mondays–
bound to the freeway
fighting the inclination
to run
this way, that way
ignoring distractions
roadside attractions
that might make you late
for the workplace
enclosed space
of fluorescent hell
that smells
like an urgent memo
a reminder
to take a look
at the color photo
taped
to the stone-gray
wall of your cube
that keeps your soul
nailed
to the fucking
company floor
stops you from
screaming, dreaming
about a getaway –
simple kodachrome
faces that give you
just enough
to keep coming
here
& going back again