by Dianalee Velie
He waits patiently at the Gates of Heaven
pleased with his sunset-hued, tie-dyed robes.
She stumbles in rubbing bloodshot eyes behind
her rose colored glasses, sure this is another
bad trip or a batch of bad bourbon.
Jesus smiles, grabs his guitar and plays
a couple of familiar riffs crooning, take it,
take another little piece of my heart now baby….
then signals for the angelic chorus to join in,
The seraphim really get down for a wild welcome.
Janis, not one to be denoted, wails back,
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes Benz….
After a flying ovation, she realizes
she is not with the Kozmic Blues Band or
Big Brother and the Holding Company.
Work me, Lord, she whispers to Jesus,
looking for a stage and her psychedelic Porsche.
Jesus hands her a shot of Southern Comfort,
a drug free zone pin and a golden harp.
She plucks a few strings and sings to the Messiah
I Need a Man to Love. It’s only about love here,
Jesus assures her as wardrobe fits her for a halo
and wings. Jesus whips out His Hohner harmonica.
Together, under the big sky dome, they belt out,
You know you got it, if makes you feel good….
Last updated June 18, 2011