Magdelene

At seven every morning, she drops two quarters in Tiny tv preacher talks to her again
Seven-thirty greyhound, she meets it at the gate
As the fares step off the bus, she kneels and prays
Hear the angels calling
Magdelene
Afternoon revival at the Spin and Dry
Candy bar and coffee, flourescent lights
She sees the devil tumbling through the double loader doors
And always finds some quarters on the floor
The Virgin Mary meets her downtown
They’ve got some matters to discuss
So little time for preparation
Cause Jesus comes tomorrow on the bus
Nine pm is curfew at All Souls Shelter
The sisters wash her face, brush her hair
A light shines through the window, as they tuck her into bed
The shadow draws a cross above her head