Dinah Shore (February 29, 1916 –
February 24, 1994)
1950s. From shore to shore. Dyed
blondes. In suburban homes. Black bodies bobbing
up in the swamp. Like apples in a
barrel. Big frilly dresses. Puffy sleeves. In the golden
days of the Pharaoh. When men drove
Chevrolets. Women in church. Happy on their
knees.
Every Sunday evening. Black and white
laughter. Dinah and her lovers. In alphabetical
order. Dinah loved Tarzan. And his
jungle. A general named Moose. A singer and his
jingles. The Cantabile Choir Of
Kingston. A drummer. From the old school. Several
actors named Jimmy. A cat. Who wanted
to be President. And a red headed kid with
buck teeth. And a head too big for his
hat.
America had a new home movie. It was
called the ‘The Battle of Los Angeles’. UFOs
attacked the city of angels. Through
the smog. And the alleys. And all their mighty
ships were shot down. But no one could
find. Where they had crashed. And Dinah
kept smiling. Her ankles like a
necklace. Throwing a kiss. Across America. To
Ed Gein and his buddies down at Biff's
. To the nurse in the E.R. To the waitress
on the graveyard shift. And all the
little blondes. Watching Dinah. Cracking a joke.
Singing a song. America was in love.
With being blonde.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dqoJxjQn-Y
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