Humming low beneath the bulb
Rain writes rhythm on the wood
You sit where the floorboard groans
Bare bulb swings a pendulum glow
Washers thump a gospel beat
Spin cycles drowning out the street
Porch light cuts the heavy sheet
Where the drums spin slow and deep
You rock the hymn in wood and wire
Altar hum of spinning choir
Quarters drop like offering plates
Fluorescent buzz the savior waits
Socks go missing saints go clean
Best damned ritual you've seen
Porch light cuts the heavy sheet
Where the drums spin slow and deep
You rock the hymn in wood and wire
Altar hum of spinning choir
Steam rises like a chancel veil
Detergent scent the clean detail
Lint trap catches prayer and thread
You rock the dark you rock the shed
Porch light cuts the heavy sheet
Where the drums spin slow and deep
You rock the hymn in wood and wire
Altar hum of spinning choir
Rain hammers on the tin roof skin
You let the sacred rhythm in
No stained glass just glass doors wide
Where wet clothes tumble inside
Slow drag boots on wooden boards
Heavy water heavy chords
Altos hum where tenors cracked
Faith is clean and faith is stacked
Dawn bleeds gray on spinning glass
Final rinse the cycles pass
You fold the light in cotton squares
Warm air rises clean and spare
Porch light cuts the heavy sheet
Where the drums spin slow and deep
You rock the hymn in wood and wire
Altar hum of spinning choir
Porch light spins on the laundromat
Porch light spins on the laundromat
Rock slow now
Spin cycle amen
