Concerto of the Laundromat

Little random piece while at the laundromat

Slipping on scuffed lime green headphones

Heavy beats take over in an impromptu soundtrack.

Spiraling dryers, clothes a cacophony of colors,

Each load tells a story I will never know.

Heavy beats take over in an impromptu symphony. 

Strangers heap belongings into dingy washers,

All the while spiraling dryers create looming a Picasso, a cacophony of color.

An unexpected piece of poetry in the routine

Strangers heap belongings into dingy washers.

A boy jumps about, a ragged towel now a cape.

An unexpected piece of poetry in the routine

Played out on a faded linoleum, littered and stained.

A boy jumps about, ragged towel still a cape

People converse, my own music writing their lines,

Played out on a faded linoleum, littered and stained.

Drudgery of laundry day plain on their faces.

People converse, my own music writing their lines

Each load tells a story I will never know.

The drudgery of laundry day clear on their faces,

As heavy beats take over in an impromptu symphony 

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

the repetitiveness in a poem about a laundromat totally works.

I liked it.