Kay & Bob's Laundromat

A young couple sits by
      the window.  His head
rests on her shoulder.
Kay greets with a smile.
Yellow walls, long lasting flowers.
The open sign calls out to the night,
glowing red and blue.
Kay speaks of Koreans, friendliest people on earth.
Her people.
Bob's white hair shimmers with wisdom.
Maine farmer's hands grip yours firmly.
"Good to see ya!"
Children draw candy from gumball machines.
Old women fold their delicates.
Neighbors come.  Strangers come.
We meet and talk and laugh.
Do you need quarters?  Kay gets you some.
Do you need soap?  Two for 75.
A small baby cries.  Her young mother
stands.
Her father pulles clothes from the dryer.
The washer is done, Kay
comes to find you.
I hope to come back
here next
weekend.