Along Came Andy Poem by Samantha Bush

She buried her nose in the oversized book. Fine arts and pictures from the bible lay within the folds of the massive pages. She scanned over it all, drinking it in. The artwork made her simply stutter for words. Yet she found it very empty altogether. It was all the same thing over and over, the crosses, the fashion….the wars and the bloodshed. If it hadn’t been for the titles, she feared she never would have known the difference from one battle picture to the next. It saddened her. To see something so expressive compacted into the same thing. Even the impressionists still portrayed the usual life scene.
Clair twirled her earring. She was beginning to grow impatient. Letting the book slip from her hands, a violet thud echoed in the library. “Shhhhh” was heard over and over from different corners of the room. “Alright alright…” She stood, returning the book to its place on the shelf with the thousands of other untouched books. “Nothing in you heap compared to the Andy Warhol.” She turned her back on the books and walked away, trying to make an obvious statement to the books, but soon felt foolish after seeing a few watching her. They would still be there, those books. No matter what she did.
“Where is he? ” Clair waited inside the library. Her cheek pressed against the cool glass. Looking out she watched the people pass by with their oversized umbrellas, and clear rubber boots. All rushed by as taxi cabs hit the puddles of water, causing mini tidal waves to hit the cement walk ways. Finally a taxi pulls up and Andy motions her forward.
“In, before you get drenched.” Andy slid further into the cab, to the other side. She ran from the library to the car, trying the best to dodge the icy bullets. Though when Clair sat down on the old seats of the cab, she knew her attempt had failed miserably. Andy hadn’t even said hello to her. Then she perked up, maybe they were past the small talk hellos.
“What’s on today’s schedule? ”
He didn’t even look her way. Instead he just wrapped the glass. “The Factory”
The cabbie nodded. It always amazed Clair when he didn’t even have to explain how to get there. People just knew now.
She sat back. Andy wasn’t going to talk today. She sulked a bit, trying to get her point across to her idol.
“Film.”
She rolled her eyes. Oh wow...a word. “I see”
“Oh stop the sulking bit would you, I’m no idiot.”
“Fine, what role do I play today? ”
“I need you to hold a flower…till it wilts.”
The taxi stopped. Andy and Clair crawled from the back of the seat, Andy flinging money at the driver. They raced to the entrance of the art studio, “The Factory”.
Clair was wide eyed at the interior. “Andy this place is amazing! ”
Andy shrugged it off. “Just another factory in the town of New York.”
“Andy, look..I need some money this time. I’m all out…and I’m low on…on my meds, ya know.”




I sat silently to the back of the library, watching people pass by as I lay my head to the side on an old drawn on table. Sleep beckoned me, but I was waiting on somebody. I heard a couple whispering near, but didn’t move. I acted invisible; I should have known better then to hang out in the dark corners of the library, which was all the kids ever went for so they could make out.
“Tony, I don’t think she’s asleep..”
“Aww, come on, she’s not even looking this way if she isn’t.”
“Mmmm, I don’t like it.”
Then all was quite between the two, still I did not look, so she must have given in.
I lifted my head slightly as I heard footsteps from the opposite direction. Andy smiled back, and motioned my way. The couple, apparently, was too busy to notice us, so I crept over to Andy.
“Clair, this is brilliant! ” Andy whispered to me as he looked over at the couple, “We should put a camra back here for a day and see what comes up.”
“Yeah, some other time Andy, ” I gripped his hand and pulled him away from the corner, otherwise who knew what he would say, or worse, do.
I pulled him away, going towards the library doors. “Andy please tell me you had a taxi waiting on us.”
“I thought we would walk”
“It’s raining.”
“Oh”
I ran outside and flagged down a cab, getting soaked in the process. Andy ran outside as I jumped into the cab. He too was soaked and laughing.
Andy and Clair, taking on the world.
1 Month Later
Andy didn’t come today once more. I scratched at my arm, nervous and anxious. Why hadn’t he?
I went over to the camera he had placed and popped out the tape. “He should be here for this…”
“What, is somebody there? ”
I snatched the wrapper off the table and jammed the bill in my pocket. Wiping the table clean I looked up in time to see a guy peek his head out from behind a shelf.