Christ in a Cadillac convertible,

GPS plugged in on His Way

down the AC Expressway

to the Jersey Shore.

Earpiece plugged into the cell,

Gospel music on the CD.

Jesus drives fast—

Radar detector wired in

under the dash.

He blesses drivers

who cut Him off

with a solemn hand salute.

Plugged in to their cells,

drivers flip Him the bird,

not realizing

it’s Christ they crossed.

Traffic, worse than

The Agony in the Garden,

He plugs in His laptop and

checks email.

Cars crawl off the exit to…

A dry town—not a prayer

for drinks with dinner.

He will need to perform

a miracle—the one from Cana,

that pleased His Mother—

water jugs into wine.

Plugs in the request,

straight to Heaven.

God Father takes care of

everything. A Trinity of cases

waits on the porch.