Track Insight / Lyrics
You fold your whites in fluorescent glow
The rain writes rhythm on the glass below
Your navy peacoat hangs, salt-stiff, heavy
The dryer drum turns slow, not steady
A duffel sits by boot-heeled feet
Spin cycle saints don't pray for sun
They watch the suds erase the run
Of brine and blood and diesel smoke
In twenty-four hour rinse and soak
The agitator breaks the gloom
You count the quarters, feed the slot
The washer groans, a heavy knot
Your tattoos fade like old receipts
Salt water blurred the names and dates
A shore leave measured out in loads
Spin cycle saints don't pray for sun
They watch the suds erase the run
Of brine and blood and diesel smoke
In twenty-four hour rinse and soak
The agitator breaks the gloom
The owner sleeps on vinyl booth
The coffee's black, a bitter truth
The clock ticks loud, a submarine
Your duffel holds what might have been
Coordinates stitched in nylon seams
Spin cycle saints don't pray for sun
They watch the suds erase the run
Of brine and blood and diesel smoke
In twenty-four hour rinse and soak
The agitator breaks the gloom
Steam rises up from cotton piles
You trace the map of thousand miles
No compass now, no stars to steer
Just fabric soft and dryer near
The spin out wobbles, finds its center
The rain lets up, the neon flickers
You load the cart, the lint trap thickens
A shore leave ends in cleaner clothes
The harbor lights, the harbor knows
Another logbook closed for good
Spin cycle saints don't pray for sun
They watch the suds erase the run
Of brine and blood and diesel smoke
In twenty-four hour rinse and soak
The agitator breaks the gloom
Spin cycle saints don't pray for sun
The wash is done, the spin is done
You walk out dry to morning gray
Another voyage, another day
