Will Dockery wrote:
>
> Long Long Time
>
> In my upstairs work area
> at the old Jordan Mill
> looking out the window
> overlooking the river.
>
> I heard the siren blow
> I saw the black funnel crossing over
> with a howling sound
> like "Here comes my train."
>
> The storm was blasting
> outside of the second floor.
> The dust then circled
> and settled on the floor.
>
> The ceiling spun
> into chopped hunks
> busted at my feet.
> Whatever was happening
> the chaos was complete.
> So I left
> and took the future with me.
>
> The winds were huffing
> sideways wet air all about,
> I sat in the smoking booth
> on the second floor looking out.
>
> Shipping through the device
> bale after bale
> passes through.
>
> On a twelve hour shift
> I'd stand and watch them roll past
> from one hopper
> to the other.
>
> I'd been up and down old Broadway
> trying to sell my wares,
> while the ladies have no time for me
> or for any of my cares.
> So I left
> and took the future with me.
>
> Te orange of the sun
> shined down on the Earth
> through black clouds
> and more of that sideways rain.
> "The Devil's beating his wife."
>
> I adjusted the mechanism
> when it became too speedy
> or I needed a smoke break
> or an elevator haul.
>
> Switching empty carts
> for full
> or vise versa
> postponed to the night.
>
> Near the window where the light was
> dust particles sparkled
> all that history
> what was it worth?
>
> On the assembly line
> at the old factory
> where I worked for nearly a decade.
>
> Before I jumped the fence
> before they chained the gates
> each day was basically the same.
>
> The belt was moving fast
> I registered,
> poured a coffee
> and punched a code on the buttons
> on that heavy green machine.
>
> Waited for the conveyor belt
> to roll down
> another bale of cotton.
>
> Shipping through the device
> bale after bale
> passes through.
>
> On a twelve hour shift
> I'd stand and watch them
> roll past
> from one to the other.
>
> Winter of 1984-85
> was a cold one.
> Just the mention of those digits
> take me back
> in fascination
> on that dark infatuation
> of that era.
>
> Visions of boots
> stomping in the mud
> the belt was moving fast
> moving like it should.
>
> I registered
> and poured a coffee
> punched a code on the buttons
> on that heavy green machine.
>
> First minutes of the year 1985
> and we saw Tom Snelling
> swung in a Judo move
> by a Denny's waitress.
>
> The girl indeed knew her moves
> Tom on the carpet
> we all laughed with kudos
> and took a booth
> in the Smoking Section.
>
> Later back at the Mill
> as the hours passed
> slowly on a graveyard shift
> to keep the mechanism moving.
>
> Fascination or discovery
> everything was ordered.
> Then I left
> and took the future with me.
>
> -Will Dockery 1977/2019

Again... outstanding read...

Faraway Star wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Long Long Time
>>
>> In my upstairs work area
>> at the old Jordan Mill
>> looking out the window
>> overlooking the river.
>>
>> I heard the siren blow
>> I saw the black funnel crossing over
>> with a howling sound
>> like "Here comes my train."
>>
>> The storm was blasting
>> outside of the second floor.
>> The dust then circled
>> and settled on the floor.
>>
>> The ceiling spun
>> into chopped hunks
>> busted at my feet.
>> Whatever was happening
>> the chaos was complete.
>> So I left
>> and took the future with me.
>>
>> The winds were huffing
>> sideways wet air all about,
>> I sat in the smoking booth
>> on the second floor looking out.
>>
>> Shipping through the device
>> bale after bale
>> passes through.
>>
>> On a twelve hour shift
>> I'd stand and watch them roll past
>> from one hopper
>> to the other.
>>
>> I'd been up and down old Broadway
>> trying to sell my wares,
>> while the ladies have no time for me
>> or for any of my cares.
>> So I left
>> and took the future with me.
>>
>> Te orange of the sun
>> shined down on the Earth
>> through black clouds
>> and more of that sideways rain.
>> "The Devil's beating his wife."
>>
>> I adjusted the mechanism
>> when it became too speedy
>> or I needed a smoke break
>> or an elevator haul.
>>
>> Switching empty carts
>> for full
>> or vise versa
>> postponed to the night.
>>
>> Near the window where the light was
>> dust particles sparkled
>> all that history
>> what was it worth?
>>
>> On the assembly line
>> at the old factory
>> where I worked for nearly a decade.
>>
>> Before I jumped the fence
>> before they chained the gates
>> each day was basically the same.
>>
>> The belt was moving fast
>> I registered,
>> poured a coffee
>> and punched a code on the buttons
>> on that heavy green machine.
>>
>> Waited for the conveyor belt
>> to roll down
>> another bale of cotton.
>>
>> Shipping through the device
>> bale after bale
>> passes through.
>>
>> On a twelve hour shift
>> I'd stand and watch them
>> roll past
>> from one to the other.
>>
>> Winter of 1984-85
>> was a cold one.
>> Just the mention of those digits
>> take me back
>> in fascination
>> on that dark infatuation
>> of that era.
>>
>> Visions of boots
>> stomping in the mud
>> the belt was moving fast
>> moving like it should.
>>
>> I registered
>> and poured a coffee
>> punched a code on the buttons
>> on that heavy green machine.
>>
>> First minutes of the year 1985
>> and we saw Tom Snelling
>> swung in a Judo move
>> by a Denny's waitress.
>>
>> The girl indeed knew her moves
>> Tom on the carpet
>> we all laughed with kudos
>> and took a booth
>> in the Smoking Section.
>>
>> Later back at the Mill
>> as the hours passed
>> slowly on a graveyard shift
>> to keep the mechanism moving.
>>
>> Fascination or discovery
>> everything was ordered.
>> Then I left
>> and took the future with me.
>>
>> -Will Dockery 1977/2019

> Again... outstanding read...

Good morning, thanks again for the read.

Faraway Star wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Long Long Time
>>
>> In my upstairs work area
>> at the old Jordan Mill
>> looking out the window
>> overlooking the river.
>>
>> I heard the siren blow
>> I saw the black funnel crossing over
>> with a howling sound
>> like "Here comes my train."
>>
>> The storm was blasting
>> outside of the second floor.
>> The dust then circled
>> and settled on the floor.
>>
>> The ceiling spun
>> into chopped hunks
>> busted at my feet.
>> Whatever was happening
>> the chaos was complete.
>> So I left
>> and took the future with me.
>>
>> The winds were huffing
>> sideways wet air all about,
>> I sat in the smoking booth
>> on the second floor looking out.
>>
>> Shipping through the device
>> bale after bale
>> passes through.
>>
>> On a twelve hour shift
>> I'd stand and watch them roll past
>> from one hopper
>> to the other.
>>
>> I'd been up and down old Broadway
>> trying to sell my wares,
>> while the ladies have no time for me
>> or for any of my cares.
>> So I left
>> and took the future with me.
>>
>> Te orange of the sun
>> shined down on the Earth
>> through black clouds
>> and more of that sideways rain.
>> "The Devil's beating his wife."
>>
>> I adjusted the mechanism
>> when it became too speedy
>> or I needed a smoke break
>> or an elevator haul.
>>
>> Switching empty carts
>> for full
>> or vise versa
>> postponed to the night.
>>
>> Near the window where the light was
>> dust particles sparkled
>> all that history
>> what was it worth?
>>
>> On the assembly line
>> at the old factory
>> where I worked for nearly a decade.
>>
>> Before I jumped the fence
>> before they chained the gates
>> each day was basically the same.
>>
>> The belt was moving fast
>> I registered,
>> poured a coffee
>> and punched a code on the buttons
>> on that heavy green machine.
>>
>> Waited for the conveyor belt
>> to roll down
>> another bale of cotton.
>>
>> Shipping through the device
>> bale after bale
>> passes through.
>>
>> On a twelve hour shift
>> I'd stand and watch them
>> roll past
>> from one to the other.
>>
>> Winter of 1984-85
>> was a cold one.
>> Just the mention of those digits
>> take me back
>> in fascination
>> on that dark infatuation
>> of that era.
>>
>> Visions of boots
>> stomping in the mud
>> the belt was moving fast
>> moving like it should.
>>
>> I registered
>> and poured a coffee
>> punched a code on the buttons
>> on that heavy green machine.
>>
>> First minutes of the year 1985
>> and we saw Tom Snelling
>> swung in a Judo move
>> by a Denny's waitress.
>>
>> The girl indeed knew her moves
>> Tom on the carpet
>> we all laughed with kudos
>> and took a booth
>> in the Smoking Section.
>>
>> Later back at the Mill
>> as the hours passed
>> slowly on a graveyard shift
>> to keep the mechanism moving.
>>
>> Fascination or discovery
>> everything was ordered.
>> Then I left
>> and took the future with me.
>>
>> -Will Dockery 1977/2019

> outstanding

Good evening, thanks again for the nod, Faraway Star.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:

> Faraway Star wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>
>>> Long Long Time
>>>
>>> In my upstairs work area
>>> at the old Jordan Mill
>>> looking out the window
>>> overlooking the river.
>>>
>>> I heard the siren blow
>>> I saw the black funnel crossing over
>>> with a howling sound
>>> like "Here comes my train."
>>>
>>> The storm was blasting
>>> outside of the second floor.
>>> The dust then circled
>>> and settled on the floor.
>>>
>>> The ceiling spun
>>> into chopped hunks
>>> busted at my feet.
>>> Whatever was happening
>>> the chaos was complete.
>>> So I left
>>> and took the future with me.
>>>
>>> The winds were huffing
>>> sideways wet air all about,
>>> I sat in the smoking booth
>>> on the second floor looking out.
>>>
>>> Shipping through the device
>>> bale after bale
>>> passes through.
>>>
>>> On a twelve hour shift
>>> I'd stand and watch them roll past
>>> from one hopper
>>> to the other.
>>>
>>> I'd been up and down old Broadway
>>> trying to sell my wares,
>>> while the ladies have no time for me
>>> or for any of my cares.
>>> So I left
>>> and took the future with me.
>>>
>>> Te orange of the sun
>>> shined down on the Earth
>>> through black clouds
>>> and more of that sideways rain.
>>> "The Devil's beating his wife."
>>>
>>> I adjusted the mechanism
>>> when it became too speedy
>>> or I needed a smoke break
>>> or an elevator haul.
>>>
>>> Switching empty carts
>>> for full
>>> or vise versa
>>> postponed to the night.
>>>
>>> Near the window where the light was
>>> dust particles sparkled
>>> all that history
>>> what was it worth?
>>>
>>> On the assembly line
>>> at the old factory
>>> where I worked for nearly a decade.
>>>
>>> Before I jumped the fence
>>> before they chained the gates
>>> each day was basically the same.
>>>
>>> The belt was moving fast
>>> I registered,
>>> poured a coffee
>>> and punched a code on the buttons
>>> on that heavy green machine.
>>>
>>> Waited for the conveyor belt
>>> to roll down
>>> another bale of cotton.
>>>
>>> Shipping through the device
>>> bale after bale
>>> passes through.
>>>
>>> On a twelve hour shift
>>> I'd stand and watch them
>>> roll past
>>> from one to the other.
>>>
>>> Winter of 1984-85
>>> was a cold one.
>>> Just the mention of those digits
>>> take me back
>>> in fascination
>>> on that dark infatuation
>>> of that era.
>>>
>>> Visions of boots
>>> stomping in the mud
>>> the belt was moving fast
>>> moving like it should.
>>>
>>> I registered
>>> and poured a coffee
>>> punched a code on the buttons
>>> on that heavy green machine.
>>>
>>> First minutes of the year 1985
>>> and we saw Tom Snelling
>>> swung in a Judo move
>>> by a Denny's waitress.
>>>
>>> The girl indeed knew her moves
>>> Tom on the carpet
>>> we all laughed with kudos
>>> and took a booth
>>> in the Smoking Section.
>>>
>>> Later back at the Mill
>>> as the hours passed
>>> slowly on a graveyard shift
>>> to keep the mechanism moving.
>>>
>>> Fascination or discovery
>>> everything was ordered.
>>> Then I left
>>> and took the future with me.
>>>
>>> -Will Dockery 1977/2019

>> outstanding

> Good evening, thanks again for the nod, Faraway Star.

> 🙂

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