“Closed on Mondays” by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

I always make plans
At the spur of the moment.
I have turned into a cliché.
Making plans on Mondays 
Always turns out sour 
When going to restaurants.

So many restaurants 
Close on Mondays and I
End up scrambling for
Another place to eat when 
I had my heart set on

Eating on a Monday 
Afternoon at places closed
On Mondays. My memory 
Always gets the best of me.
I forget most everything.

Being spontaneous on a
Monday is never good for
Going to my favorite places 
To eat; for some reason 
They always close Monday.