Friday, February 13, 2009

Mystic Kohinay on 6th West.

Today I met a Mystic, walking along 6th west down where the road ceases to be city territory and slips into the industrial unknown. Trax is there and the freeway's overhead but it's still thin enough and motley enough to seem like a bit of the netherworld.

I was biking home at a good clip, and passed right by a seated figure in the bike lane. It could have been a statue, if statues were allowed in such places. As I zipped by, dodging traffic, all I caught was an impression of leopard-skin print and many layers, glasses and a pirate's 3-sided hat. I kept riding, double-checking when I could, thinking to myself "whatever that was, it looked like a mystic!" and also thinking "I don't know why I didn't stop and say hello..."

Well I got to Captain Captain studios before I decided I HAD to turn back, and I ran into Tessa Lindsey. Tessa looked busy, running into the studio, but I still shouted "Tessa! Do you have a bike inside!"
"Yeah" she said, halfway through the door.
"Come on an adventure two blocks away!"
"How good of an adventure?"
"A really good adventure!" I said.
Tessa ran inside and grabbed her Schwinn Prelude, which is almost twins with my Super-Sport. We biked for the two blocks, but my mystic was gone. Tessa went back to work. I went to find the mystic.

I found him two blocks further up sixth, walking along, folding chair in hand. He was still in the bike lane, nearer to the trains where it's all gravel and the big diesel engines click-click-click day and night. He's a grizzled old man with trinkets around his neck, a series of brass horns, and robes robes robes stitched together with all matter of patterns.
"Hello!" I said.
"Hello!" He said. He had flashing gnome eyes under his glasses.
"I don't often see real-live mystics," I said, "I'm Davey." I shook his hand.
"I'm Ko-ko-kohinay" he said, and immediately put two of the old brass horns to his mouth. "BOP! BOP! BOP!" went the two horns in a perfect major chord like boats in the fog, reverberating all around and causing pigeons on the idling train cars to take flight. He swapped one horn for another and played the octave of the first, "BAAP! BAAP! BAAP!"
"Hi Kohinay," I said. "You woke up all the doves." He didn't correct me.
He smiled.
"I biked by earlier, but had to check if you were real. You never can tell." I said.
He smiled.
"See you later," I said.
"See you soon," He said.

A pair of homeless folk nearby coughed and chuckled. Two Latino workers swerved around us on BMX bikes.
I biked back home.

Next time I meet him, I'm going to see if I can take his picture, to make sure he's really real. But Tessa says she's seen him before and she's a pretty serious lady, in her own way.


Elaine said...

this post is a big part of why i love you as a person; not just in that unconditional sibling love kind of way, which is also amazing.

Davey D said...

thanks sister dear!

~kitticus~ said...

I think he's real because you have immortalized him. only one who is as eloquent a writer as you could have turned something so seemingly every day into such an amazing adventure. I am so glad you shared this with me/everyone. I hope to see him myself someday!

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