Goldie Goes to Church

Goldie Goes to Church

Girls gossip in the church
Way back in the pews
Where the priest can’t hear
They chatter bird tweets
About Goldie’s walking film noir diva
With her bra straps
Stained by sun poured through glass
Like from a red light bulb

Who with shades of a Jezebel found God
is decked out like an Ace in a man’s hand
But whose heart belongs to Mother Mary
While attired like Magdalene
In a place of worship
Where the sisters of mercy
Pray for her soul