Once The laundromat or
Laundrette
Was little more than
The humble hiatus
Between more magnetic merchants
Like
Latest fashions from overseas
Hardware for the best dressed home
Restaurants to see and be seen
~
It was the place where those without the personal power of washing machines
Were forced to spend time reading and re-reading newspapers
While yesterday's garments churned round and round
~
Terra incognita
Nameless identity
~
A waiting room
~
Where cycles end
Breathe
And begin again
~
It was a public place for private things
~
Laundrette by the sea - Noosa, Australia
But now there is Launderama
~
Or Powder Blue
Tags
On old frames
~
Wash
Dry
Fold
Iron
Internet access
~
Now others wash for you
Or
You may wire to other worldly things
Pretending it's not happening at all
~
But it's still a public place for private things
A waiting room
Even if not a single newspaper
Is in sight...
~
Wash
Churn
Rinse
Dry
Fold
Iron
~
Wash...
~~ Posted "Poetry Showcase" under AuraGem - 20.01.08
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