There is a person you might have seen.
Her hair has streaks of gold
And a smile that is welcoming.
Black push up bra
with eyes that sag.
It’s a wonder they still shine.

She is the lady down the street,
Miss Bunny Laundry herself.
Stain on your ****?
No problem.
Button you want sewed?
Her pleasure.

She dances with the suits
and laughs at the blouses.
Living in clothes
with different fates,
her stage is never set.
But with her hair up,
and a polished face,
she could pass for royalty.

She is the bearer of good news,
but has secrets she won’t tell.
She finds fantasy in men,
Pink lipstick stains
along with hairs that don't belong to him,
she seemingly knows all and tells none.
The mistress of the wash.

So tell me Miss Laundromat,
Will you wash my clothes?