The Moor's Tale

The Moor's TaleYou wonder what the border cops could've thought to see us two big-winged birds, me and Priest, en route from the old French Riviera to Rome on his Church-bought motorcycle, him puffing heavy on a giant-size cigar, steering us down the white line when there was one, and me black colored with my guitar between my knees in the sidecar, hanging on for Christian love, praying for rain or a roadblock.Speed was his meat. I had give away my St. Christopher's in Cannes, and now I was sorr...