Manolo says, it is Monday and you are back in your office thinking about life, changing careers, and Prufrock. I have known them all already, known them all: The commuter’s evenings, mornings, afternoons. My car, coffee cups throughout are strewn Papers ones from the Starbucks by the mall. Now, beneath the dash there is no room So, I should get a broom. And I have known the mornings steady, known them all: Mornings that break early, bright and fair. [But, in the afternoon, clogged with smoggy air!] Is it the floorboard mess That makes me so digress? Mornings that lie…