Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge
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56 !<br />
<strong>The</strong> bar TV won’t come back on, try as they might, Mr. Bob fussing with every<br />
aspect of it short of pulling out his toolbox & tearing it open.<br />
“I don’t think it’s broken,” says Americus, as he leaves. “I think it’s that TV show<br />
that was on. <strong>The</strong> machine got scared.”<br />
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liv.<br />
He hadn’t gone to see the old man’s place in years. Ever? But it mattered. <strong>The</strong><br />
band was going on tour & it could be weeks or months returning. Sort of, since they would<br />
be around during shows too. Complicated. Good.<br />
But he knew the street, Harvest Street, where he & Reb & Franny lived too, some<br />
blocks further down. He’d not once in all these years even seen Dr. Arnold T.<br />
Knickerbocker walking down the street to or from Luna T’s.<br />
Yet here was the building, called, oddly, the Iconic. <strong>The</strong> old man’s mailbox was<br />
unlabelled. He caught the main door as someone was leaving.<br />
Up two flights, yes? Only two apartments on the floor, one had on it what<br />
Americus recalled now for sure from years gone: an obscure symbol for faith below the silver<br />
knocker. He’d looked it up then.<br />
Knock. Knock knock. OK. Now wait.<br />
Movement inside, old man shuffling sounds. <strong>The</strong>n silence. <strong>The</strong>n more silence.<br />
“It’s Americus,” he said too loudly. “I’m here to see if you’re OK.”<br />
More old man sounds. Nearer now.<br />
“<strong>The</strong> band is leaving on tour,” he explains unnecessarily.<br />
Now near the door.<br />
“Chuck said you weren’t around lately. You OK?”<br />
Door latches undoing.<br />
OK then.<br />
<strong>The</strong> door pulls open as far as a chain will let it, & the darkness inside issues little<br />
report.<br />
“Tell me how you are.”<br />
“Wishing to be alone.”<br />
“Are you sick?”<br />
“It doesn’t matter. <strong>The</strong>se are days beyond reckoning for the mortal lives of men.”<br />
“Can I see you?”<br />
“Not with your eyes.”<br />
“Listen, old man, there are people at the cafe who care a lot about you. My daughter<br />
first among them. I’m not going to let you die some obscure martyr’s death if I can help it.”<br />
A laugh, cold, like an iced black cave.<br />
Americus, now uncertain, backs away from the door a bit. “I can’t make you do<br />
anything. But you do have friends. <strong>The</strong>y’ll take care of you any way they can.”<br />
A long silence. “I know.” A longer silence. “I’m grateful. Sometime later today I will<br />
come along. Thank you.” <strong>The</strong> door shuts, the locks slide back, an old retreating step fades.