Rosetta Tharpe – The Astral Pages

Lover’s Night Drive

Down from a hammock in a socket wire attic,
he sped through the waterfall shower, both faucets.
Clean behind the bulkhead of the outside world,
for a lovers’ night drive under satellite magic.

He lifted the garage door open to a vision
of her standing in the rising frame of light to her expression
and they kissed when they hugged feeling words inside, 
for a lovers’ night drive under satellite magic.

The Flying Saucer Church

I’m driving, John is rolling, when the Interstate highway sign says gas and coffee next exit.

My lead foot swings us around and through the off the ramp and John trying to hand me a hot missile.

“I said roll it, not light it.”

So we drive past three gas stations, further into this little a town, you dig, a hidden hamlet of houses and I hand it back.

We slow to a crawl beside this round church, dig, retro-future design lines and out-of-this world-stained glass window cascade geometry.

“You know that Sister Rosetta Tharpe?” asked John.

“Black lady, plays Gospel and Blues on a white Gibson SG electric guitar. Man, her riffs would lift this church like a flying saucer!”

The Flying Saucer Church takes off and we follow it through a wooded area to a lodge or clubhouse. But we must get gas, coffee, and use the restroom so we turn back and continue our trip.