An Art Car’s Journey Home
An old, little art car arrived at the gate.
Its first time at Burning Man still had to wait.
From the road, it could see there were bright-colored lights
That enkindled the sky and enchanted the night.
“Oh, what will I see?” it wondered, eyes wide.
It imagined all kinds of things waiting inside.
At last it was time for the car to begin
The drive past the fence and the journey within.
As it pulled into camp, three voices yelled out.
“Welcome home!” it was greeted with warm-hearted shouts.
“What does that mean? I’ve never been here,”
Wondered the car, as more people appeared.
They jumped on its back and asked for a ride,
It turned on its music and gladly complied.
The art car and friends all rode down 9 o’clock,
Then into the playa- the burn party rocked!
The car was in awe of each site that it passed,
Like octopus arms that shot hot fire blasts.
There were bikes by the thousands, each glowing with light,
And a rocket on wheels, just about to take flight.
On the left of the group that was riding the car,
Was The Man on a spaceship, as if dropped from the stars.
On the right, there was dancing to music and beats,
And burners were flocking from A through L Streets.
The art car was loving this mind-blowing trip,
Till its friends jumped right off and then ran toward a ship.
It watched them climb on as the boat pulled away.
The art car just sat there, depressed and dismayed.
The giant boat cruise had a 10-foot dance floor,
While all the old car had were hearts on its doors.
It scanned all the playa’s incredible art,
And felt quite ashamed of its hand-drawn red hearts.
“Why now would anyone travel with me,
With art cars like rockets and ships from the sea?”
It just drifted along, half attempting to hide,
When a lady and man flagged it down for a ride.
“Oh, look at the hearts on this gorgeous antique!”
Yelled out the girl, as she kissed the man’s cheek.
“Our own little carriage to drive us around,
Away from the crowds and the dance party sounds.”
“The hearts are drawn perfectly, bumpy and raw.”
Her boyfriend agreed as they looked on in awe.
The car revved its engine, feeling proud and unique,
For its drawn hearts were “raw” and its old frame “antique.”
It drove its two friends to a small, quiet bar.
Then picked up three more and they too loved the car.
It felt the love back, as together they roamed.
The old, little art car was glad to be home.