Poetry Friday: This is not my morning

This is not my morning

This is not my morning
Wrong
My calendar was wrong
So I'm starting the day
Where I thought it would end

Late
My sockless son refused 
To leave on time

Rushed
In the car I
Grabbed bags and
Jumped out of the car
Seconds passed
Before I noticed my coffee cup tipped --
Coffee spilling out
A skinny stream
But still a stream

This is not my morning. 
Wrong
Late
Rushed
And the coffee in some hidden car crevice

Music
Doesn't help
The only magic of iPhone shuffle + bluetooth
Is the skip skip skip skip skip skip skip skip
Joni Mitchell won't work
Skip
No, U2
Skip
Tori Amos
Skip Skip Skip Skip 
Try Tori again
Precious Things?
Skip 
Iggy Azalea? Loreena McKennitt? Adele? Eminem? Ed Sheeran?
Skip Skip Skip Skip Skip Skip Skip Skip 

This is not my morning 
Almost there - still in my funk
Maybe a little Hamilton 
Will get my spirits up

"I'm Hercules Mulligan
When you knock me (or my coffee) down
I get 
the ****
back up again." 

There you go. 

This is not my morning. 
wrong
late
rushed
but ready.

Thanks Poetry Friday Roundup here
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