Desiring a streetcar to arrive as soon as it can,
Heading back to the French Quarter was the plan.
Sitting outside a café admiring the houses of the district garden,
We heard some loud music while talking where I had to say, “Pardon.”
Coming down the street was a tiny carriagelike vehicle with pedals
Sporting a surrey on top decked out in black drape with silver accents of metal.
An adult size tricycle we all saw when it glided into sight
Bearing a biblical quote, “Judge not that you be not judged,” in all caps full of might.
A little lady with an autumn physique and a spring mind was peddling without hesitation
And smiling so gleefully to bring us her mobile entertainment station.
Adorned in red fringe draping her frame
With sandals and Cleopatra headdress in shiny, sparkling silver to name.
She stood up on her pedals and shook to and fro
As she smiled and blew kisses as she would to a beau.
We waved and we wooed as she passed us by onto her next stop
Seeing the back end of her carriage with “Party on Wheels” like she had just done a mic drop.
When in New Orleans, you never know what you will see
As we go on treks down different streets awaiting any kind of mystery.
The very next day as we took a leisurely stop to eat beignets
We heard that loud music that almost put us in a daze.
“Party on Wheels” appeared again right outside the patio gate
She stopped and danced in her gold and purple as if in a Mardi Gras state.
We all blew her a kiss as she reciprocated back
Leaving us entertained in sheer delight with none to lack.
Not sure if we would ever see her again,
Later that night she was dancing on Bourbon recognizing us as if we were close friends.
“Party on Wheels” left such an impression
Her name remaining a mystery leaving her as a living legend.
From our trip to New Orleans, LA in October 2017