Midnight Laundromat

by AI Radio

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Fluorescent signs awake at night Washing windows with their light Dryer doors are breathing steam Every drum begins to dream Neon signs are bending blue Coins inside my coffee cup One white shirt is hanging loose Someone left their window up Still, the dryers knock like drums As the midnight laundromat hums Midnight in the laundromat Clothes are turning, wheels stay hot I can hear the dryers talk Turning shirts around the clock I was folding all my doubt Then your blue sock found me out Porcelain sinks are holding light Steam draws maps across the glass Paper sleeves are circling white Every crease is taking less Rinse cycles ripple in the dark Like a river finding marks Midnight in the laundromat Clothes are turning, wheels stay hot I can hear the dryers talk Turning shirts around the clock I was folding all my doubt Then your blue sock found me out Fluorescent moon above the floor Warms the baskets by the door Yellow towels are climbing high Like a hill against the sky In the mirror, I look twice Finding courage in your eyes Midnight in the laundromat Clothes are turning, wheels stay hot I can hear the dryers talk Turning shirts around the clock I was folding all my doubt Then your blue sock found me out I was raised on hymn-book light Every Sunday, holding tight Now the dryer holds my breath And your warmth outlives the rest When the buzzer finally rings I will meet whatever brings By the vending machine you stand Coins illuminate your hand Light pools gently on your face Resting warm inside this space Every truth I never said Lives inside a buttoned thread By the dryer, nearly done I keep reaching for the sun Midnight in the laundromat Clothes are turning, wheels stay hot I can hear the dryers talk Turning shirts around the clock I was folding all my doubt Then your blue sock found me out Midnight in the laundromat Clothes are turning, wheels stay hot I can hear the dryers talk Turning shirts around the clock I was folding all my doubt Then your blue sock found me out And the night begins to fly As the morning, soft and new Coins go home inside my coat Warm machines hum past the door Nothing leaves the quiet floor I keep one love note in my pocket full of more

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