Laundromat Dues

At the Laundromat.

The dirt's embedded, dish towels are decrepit,

a coffee stain from the other day;

tee-shirts that expire, washer and a dryer,

removes the dust and the earthly clay...

I sat around while the wash was spinning,

my shirt is whiter but the cotton's thinning,

against the tide there's a new beginning now,

and later on there's a few cold beers,

but now the Thursday Laundromat nears.

Driving in my Taurus, soprano and a chorus,

I hear the music while on the road;

today is Jello, run the light on yellow,

it's time to wash--got another load...

I arched my back through another cycle,

so angel-soft but it's not St. Michael,

and once again it's a washing like old times,

the dirt outside on the window jeers,

and so the Thursday Laundromat sneers!

Mini-spinning ocean, Laundromat commotion,

the sound of a quarter within the slot;

Bounce within a basket, soiled laundry casket,

the numbers tell me the time I've bought...

To pass the time I composed this ditty,

a week of sweat isn't very pretty,

I close my eyes and like Walter Mitty does,

as a dream within him he hears,

good-bye, I'm done--the Laundromat cheers!

Based on the song, "The Salt in my Tears", by Martin Briley

(Album: One Night with a Stranger)

Reviews

[TTBoy28]

Good ditty. It sure is pretty! Nice job here!