Laundromat at One
by Nahla Solenne · R&B › Soul · Made with Suno · 0 plays
Style
soul, pop, soft, saxophone, piano
Prompt
slow quiet storm R&B, husky female alto, melodic bass, smoky saxophone, brushed drums, warm Rhodes, late-night hush
Lyrics
Mm-hm Thursday, a little past one The dryers hum like a slow song She folds her scrubs in perfect squares He reads the same old paperback by the wall Neither one has said a name Every week it goes the same A nod, a quarter passed along The radio low, an old love song Nobody rushing Nobody needs to Laundromat at one Warm machines, the night still young Two strangers, no hurry Folding what the day has done Laundromat at one Nothing said and nothing undone Maybe next Thursday Laundromat at one She found his sock inside her load Gray wool, a hole at the toe She held it up, he laughed out loud First time she'd heard him, kind of proud "I'm Joe," he said, "I've seen you here" "I know," she said, "for half a year" The dryer buzzed, she didn't move The radio played something smooth Nobody rushing Nobody needs to Laundromat at one Warm machines, the night still young Two strangers, no hurry Folding what the day has done Laundromat at one Nothing said and nothing undone Maybe next Thursday Laundromat at one She gave the sock back, slow With her number on the fold Mm Laundromat at one Warm machines, the night still young Maybe next Thursday Laundromat at one Mm... laundromat at one