In The Launderette Poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

Sitting in the Launderette,
A new experience now for me,
I used to have my own Machine,
But that luxury can no longer be.

Since my move to Sheltered Accommodation,
A new Regime ~ a new Lifestyle,
‘Creature-Comforts’ that I used to have,
Will not be with me for a while.

Coins in slots and then clothes washing,
Time spent writing poems for you to read,
Watching the time on Programmes remaining,
Eyes looking at nearby scenes.

A Bus-stop outside the Launderette,
Here in North West London ~ in Roe Green,
A sunny April Friday Morning,
Too bad ~ it’s Friday the Thirteenth.

This place will become a new Ritual,
If I miss my Laundry Slot,
At least I’ll have control of my time,
Do I care less ~ not a jot.


(13 April 2007)