I burnt my toast this morning and had no milk for a cup of coffee

I get the feeling that today won’t do right by me

Cant I hide in your soul were I know it is warm

Share secrets and dirty delights on our own

I looked out of the window and I saw chaos and panic

People rushing, sanity crushing, the streets have gone manic

 

Can I sing my morning blues to you?

You can dance on the bed if you feel you have to

 

This is the start of a day which doesn’t go my way

I want day time TV and my morning coffee

 

I offer my hand to Monday, but it really isn’t courteous

This cold day really doesn’t deserve us

 

Why do we have to go outside when it’s warm inside?

The pavement is frosty and the grass is iced over

When I walk it cries a crunching sound

The trees are bare and the leaves that fall are a murky brown

The grey morning is chasing the day out of town

As the poets and troubled genius’ dramatise their frowns

 

The bus is late the train is yet to vacate the station

We freeze like homeless millionaires for the duration

The scarved businessman, ambitious and affluent

Stands beside the wild child playing truant

An artist mentally paints the day as picture perfect

The trembling busker questions if it’s worth it

 

Let’s stay inside out of the chaos and panic

It seems these morning blues are becoming a habit

I would pray for this day to be abolished

But another day would only take its place

Let us instead kick the fallen leaves with the tops of our feet

And turn that cry into a musical treat