Monday Blues, 18 December

I think this bike has been here for months now. I think it's been forgotten. Tired of leaning. Fading in the sun. Leaves blowing around its flat tire, rustling through the spokes with a strong gust. I ride past its spot in the racks from time to time; other bikes seem to come and go, but no this one. Wondering if one day, it too will be gone.

"... I woke up this morning

With the Monday morning blues

I couldn't hardly find My Monday morning shoes..."

(Hurt)

The Monday Blues has been an occasional feature here at the blog since inception; the blues, an emotion, a color, a genre of music, with a cycling twist.