A snooze button and autoplay should be a standard fitting on Thursday,
it’s almost where, ‘are we there yet’ begins and ends, but not quite, still got Thursday night to do.

Coffee tastes like a false dawn
but I wasn’t even born when
that broke.

Peeling my shadow off the radiator
looking like an ancient gladiator
I go out to fight the day.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.