she aint got no washin machine
she likes the coin mat comraderie
there aint no “mrs’s bank account”
just a pizza hut cup half full of quarters, a few new pennies
--the machines don’t take them.
leave the sheet off the window,
the sun warms the mattress where she doesn’t dreem.
keeps her beige trench coat wrapped round tite.
She passes her next door whores with a food 4 less sack of laundry.
10-9-02
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