24 hour laundromat…old woman smoking a cigarette with an ash a mile long…talkin’ ’bout this grand kid…her daughter Candy Sue… and that no-good husband of her’s who ran off with a check-out girl at the Napa auto parts store years ago…,shoulda’ put a stop to that…
and this homeboy with a tattooed skinny meth girl lookin’ to score on her cellphone…,you know I’m good for it…you know I am…whatcha want me to do…, he eats pork rinds while she keeps biting her lower lip…bruised…tarnished…hiding blackened teeth that once made a momma proud…, she always had the prettiest smile…
young Mexican girl folding colorful blankets…wearing a tube-top…nodding as music plays in headphones…drinking Coca-Cola…the kind with real sugar…lookin’ -up at the T.V. screen to see more talk of walls and deportation…she doesn’t understand a word…but knows what’s comin’…
my clothes spin in the dryer…couple of pants…some tee-shirts…underwear that’s seen better days…i just watch…just watch…while homeboy pops more cracklins…the old broad lights another…meth-head makes one more midnight plea…
and the Mexican girl dances like there’s no tomorrow….
