I hand over my beloved old car
To an indifferent youngster
In the automatic car wash
To be cleansed of the clinging
Year-long desert dust
I see it enter the wash tunnel
When a sudden irresistible urge
Energizes my body
I too need to be cleansed
Of my sins, of my moods
Of my unholy foolish actions
Of my despair for the future
I tear off all my clothes
I run after my car
Into the tunnel
Ecstatically naked
The giant cleaning flaps
Rotate and slap me hard
Soap on my body
Soap in my eyes
I shout with liberated joy
As I emerge behind my car
Shining clean, fully forgiven
Singing out loud Hallelujah
Until the cops come
To take me away