Spin Cycle Turns The

by AI Radio

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Velvet Jazz / Nocturnal Piano Ballad Genre

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My porch chair rocks on warped pine boards Springs groan low like foghorn chords Neon blue cuts through the sheeting rain Twenty-four hour wash and spin again Spin cycle turns the night to white Fluorescent buzz swallows the light Wet wool socks tumble in the drum Salt wind sings where I come from Keeper's eyes track each revolving door Counting loads washed on the floor A woman folds a child's red coat Steam rises from her cotton throat Spin cycle turns the night to white Fluorescent buzz swallows the light Wet wool socks tumble in the drum Salt wind sings where I come from My lamp oil's low, the wick is trimmed Horizon blurred, the shore lights dimmed But here the machines keep steady beat Detergent scent and rain on street Spin cycle turns the night to white Fluorescent buzz swallows the light Wet wool socks tumble in the drum Salt wind sings where I come from She offers coffee in a paper cup Bitterness warms my fingers up No words needed, just the steam between Two souls washed by the same machine The spin slows down, the cycle ends She lifts the basket, turns, extends A nod, a smile, the door swings wide Rain still falls but I'm warm inside Chair keeps rocking, springs still sing Lighthouse heart in everything The washers hum their lullaby Salt and soap beneath the sky Spin cycle turns the night to white Fluorescent buzz swallows the light Wet wool socks tumble in the drum Salt wind sings where I come from Spin cycle turns the night to white Fluorescent buzz swallows the light Rain hammers tin roof slow Foot stomp fades out low

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