So today I had my first New York City laundromat experience.
It didn't go anything like I thought it would.
In fact the big bearded black dude sat next to me
was whispering verses from the Bible to himself.
That's not supposed to happen.
It was supposed to be epic, groundbreaking
and beautifully shot.
There wasn't even any Motown.
Just a pile of broken ceiling fans
laying in the corner like so many dreams.
And no amount of Marvin Gaye can fix that.
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