Sightings 01

out of the corner of my eye, I spot jesus,
in a leather jacket and jeans,
standing very close to me at the counter
of the Brainwash Cafe.
he pivots on black, pointed-toe boots
and checks his look in my window.
he sees himself and smiles, and I think,
look at that! jesus! smilin' at me!

he sees me lookin' and shakes his long, jesus hair
and I shiver and accept him as my personal savior,
he drops coins into the hand of the man behind the counter.
jesus has ordered a longneck Bud!
Lord, I think, it must get thirsty workin' all those miracles!
and he pulls out a Marlboro and searches his pockets
for a match.

I lean across the counter with my silver Zippo
and sing softly as I spin the wheel on the flint,
this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine.
he looks at me with those heaven blue eyes
and smiles again and says,
"Uh thankya, thankyaverymuch."
with a soft memphis twang, and I think,
Holy Alpha and Omega! jesus talks just like Elvis!

remember fortran? heh.