Ann Greyson
Gospel Lady
Bible toting preacher,
scripture teacher.
Waits on the LIRR platform, the train is coming.
Ready to talk of
the God she is loving.
Island accent if
you know what I mean.
Enters the car, doors close behind.
Commuters beware,
there is no rewind.
Stands in the center holding the rail,
begins to tell the tale,
of “The Greatest Story Ever Told,”
Listen, behold.
“Satan’s got your minds.
Reading the Daily News about murders and crime.
Don’t want to hear
the word of the lord,” spoken with accent.
These people were
not prepared for this torment.
On and on she keeps talking.
Doesn’t ask for money, surprising.
Not a panhandler,
nor beggar, not adversary.
Just a missionary.
Feels better to tell,
to help save them from Hell.
God is her way,
Won’t you listen to
what she’s got to say?
This is her moment to shine,
talking about the Divine.
Some people stare,
others ignore.
They don’t want to
hear any more.
Waves the Bible in air,
says, “The Messiah does care.”
A station
approaches, wraps up her speech.
She’s got others to
teach.
It’s been a long day,
for the Gospel Lady.
Just wants to save
souls.
The train’s at Belerose.
“And a God bless to
you all,” before she goes.
She’s moving to the car next door,
to start over.
She’s just begun,
Because that was
car number one.