because monday to me in such a right way came…

If a simile to me
In the right way came
At late afternoon
In a nine car train
I’d give it my seat
And let it try to explain
What today was “like.”

I could’ve hung until Tuesday
In that Haight St. café
Playing musical chairs
With my cherished off day

And if I’m lost in thought
On a nine car train
Headed Richmond way
And I’m not on my game
And I miss my stop
I only have Rumsfeld’s demise
And my tired eyes to blame

Cuz I’m kind of in a daze
And I’ll never be the same
Because Monday to me
In such a right way came
/s

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