Saturday Night in the Sunrise Laundry
By Don Barone
“Well I was born in a small town
and I live in a small town…”
Sounds like a Country Western song.
Saturday Night in the Sunrise Laundromat…my body all wrinkled…my life in a spin cycle…my baby done left me hung out to dry..
Spent a couple hours in the middle of small town America, a town of frozen custard stands, pizza joints with the owner in front of the ovens, traffic circles and bicycle lanes.