Lunch with Jesus

Met for lunch with Jesus
at Alice’s Restaurant,
the one that’s on the beach in Malibu.
He drove up in a beater pickup truck,
wore a robe, white linen,
a rope around his waist,
sandals on his feet.
The hostess said the lunch crowd beat us to the booths;
We’d have to wait
to have a window with an ocean view.
Jesus said he didn’t mind.
He said he had the time.