On Laundromats

I remember how we used to lay on top of the machines at laundromats,
Flat on our backs.
We’d listen to the quiet rumble of clothes swirling beneath us.
We’d count the clinks of quarters,
Making sure they always added up to a dollar,
Then wonder how people could waste so much money on such useless things
(Being kids, we didn’t understand the value of money
Nor the importance of cleanliness).