You step in from heavy rain
Wet boots track the vinyl floor
Coins drop down the metal drain
Detergent scent unlocks the door
Spin cycle turns your memories clean
Rain drums steady on the machine
Faded postcard hums low and deep
Promises you could not keep
That postcard stuck beneath the drum
Faded edges curl like smoke
Grandma's script from kingdom come
Promised you'd return unbroke
Spin cycle turns your memories clean
Rain drums steady on the machine
Faded postcard hums low and deep
Promises you could not keep
Meter runs on borrowed time
Wipers slap the windshield beat
Every fare writes its own line
Every street knows your defeat
Spin slows down to final turn
Water drains the suds away
Postcard lifts on drum skin
Ink bleeds blue on gray display
Dryer tumbles warm and loud
Socks pair up like matched fares
Steam rises through the crowd
You fold the shirt your father wears
Spin cycle turns your memories clean
Rain drums steady on the machine
Faded postcard hums low and deep
Promises you could not keep
Back out in the sheeting rain
Cab idles at the corner curb
Postcard tucked in coat again
City hums what you observed
Spin cycle turns your memories clean
Rain drums steady on the machine
Faded postcard hums low and deep
Promises you could not keep
Spin cycle turns your memories clean
Rain drums steady on the machine