General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> General-Zod wrote:

>>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>>>> Stan the Nightporter

>>>> In a state
>>>> of self-imposed exile
>>>> another period
>>>> of reconstruction.

>>>> Another crash and burn
>>>> life can throw these things.
>>>> Just learn to deflect
>>>> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

>>>> Because like the old cliché
>>>> that was
>>>> stinging in my ears
>>>> butterflies are free.

>>>> There on the second floor
>>>> looking over the park.
>>>> I put myself in exile
>>>> I knew I must have solitude.

>>>> I sat in the dark
>>>> seeing glimmers
>>>> of reptilian eyes.

>>>> She was so fast
>>>> that she just moved on.
>>>> She was moving
>>>> at some different vibration.

>>>> Watching the river flow
>>>> a hundred yards below
>>>> my mind wandered back
>>>> to a time
>>>> that seemed long ago.

>>>> May 27 1981
>>>> another scorching day
>>>> with my Karma
>>>> in retrograde.

>>>> That was the last time
>>>> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>>>> also
>>>> on that same day.

>>>> Stan worked
>>>> at the New Baby store
>>>> along my path
>>>> home from work
>>>> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

>>>> Along the same
>>>> stretch of road
>>>> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

>>>> Next door to Numbers,
>>>> a new wave nightclub
>>>> all the rage
>>>> that Spring of 1981.

>>>> I lived down
>>>> the big hill
>>>> down Piedmonth Road
>>>> near Ansley Mall.

>>>> In exile
>>>> in that old boarding house.

>>>> One day
>>>> I was walking through
>>>> coming home from work
>>>> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

>>>> He was
>>>> sitting in his truck,
>>>> reading
>>>> an Archie comic book.

>>>> We talked for a while,
>>>> I got his phone number,
>>>> said we'd
>>>> get in touch soon.

>>>> But times were really busy
>>>> back then
>>>> and we never did
>>>> connect again.

>>>> And now
>>>> 39 years have passed.

>>>> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>>>> when he was
>>>> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>>>> on Tip Top Drive,
>>>> around 1975.

>>>> The house on Tip Top
>>>> set back from the street
>>>> a scene
>>>> of rowdy nights
>>>> of Rock-N-Roll.

>>>> My first view of the
>>>> sophisticated older kids
>>>> back when Columbus College
>>>> was called Cody Road High.

>>>> By the next year
>>>> this scene was busted.
>>>> Everyone scattered
>>>> or went into isolation.

>>>> Some by choice
>>>> others via a paddy wagon.

>>>> I saw Bill at The Loft
>>>> a few years ago,
>>>> he was playing guitar
>>>> in a band onstage
>>>> that night.

>>>> He smiled sadly
>>>> playing in his Slowhand style
>>>> lines on his face
>>>> depicted the decades
>>>> that had passed.

>>>> But no sign
>>>> of Stan
>>>> in 39 years.

>>>> I saw an old friend
>>>> who used to sing in the band
>>>> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>>>> back in those times.

>>>> She said she
>>>> hadn't seen
>>>> Stan the Nightporter
>>>> since those days in Atlanta.

>>>> Seems he has vanished
>>>> into shadows of obscurity.

>>>> Our relationship remains
>>>> frozen
>>>> and I stand in solitude
>>>> in my isolation.

>>>> -Will Dockery

>>>> ----------------------
>>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

>>> On another read and I find this one a solid read...

>> Thanks again, another poem based on true events.

> I think I met "Stan" a long time ago, played drums in the bar near Fort Benning..?

Stan did play at the Flamingo Lounge quite a bit back in those days, yes.

Faraway Star wrote:

> On Thursday, September 7, 2023 at 9:55:15 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
>> General-Zod wrote:
>> > Will Dockery wrote:
>> > > General-Zod wrote:
>> > > > Will Dockery wrote:
>> >
>> > > >> Stan the Nightporter
>> > >
>> > > >> In a state
>> > > >> of self-imposed exile
>> > > >> another period
>> > > >> of reconstruction.
>> > >
>> > > >> Another crash and burn
>> > > >> life can throw these things.
>> > > >> Just learn to deflect
>> > > >> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.
>> > >
>> > > >> Because like the old cliché
>> > > >> that was
>> > > >> stinging in my ears
>> > > >> butterflies are free.
>> > >
>> > > >> There on the second floor
>> > > >> looking over the park.
>> > > >> I put myself in exile
>> > > >> I knew I must have solitude.
>> > >
>> > > >> I sat in the dark
>> > > >> seeing glimmers
>> > > >> of reptilian eyes.
>> > >
>> > > >> She was so fast
>> > > >> that she just moved on.
>> > > >> She was moving
>> > > >> at some different vibration.
>> > >
>> > > >> Watching the river flow
>> > > >> a hundred yards below
>> > > >> my mind wandered back
>> > > >> to a time
>> > > >> that seemed long ago.
>> > >
>> > > >> May 27 1981
>> > > >> another scorching day
>> > > >> with my Karma
>> > > >> in retrograde.
>> > >
>> > > >> That was the last time
>> > > >> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>> > > >> also
>> > > >> on that same day.
>> > >
>> > > >> Stan worked
>> > > >> at the New Baby store
>> > > >> along my path
>> > > >> home from work
>> > > >> on Cheshire Bridge Road.
>> > >
>> > > >> Along the same
>> > > >> stretch of road
>> > > >> as Johnny's Pizzeria.
>> > >
>> > > >> Next door to Numbers,
>> > > >> a new wave nightclub
>> > > >> all the rage
>> > > >> that Spring of 1981.
>> > >
>> > > >> I lived down
>> > > >> the big hill
>> > > >> down Piedmonth Road
>> > > >> near Ansley Mall.
>> > >
>> > > >> In exile
>> > > >> in that old boarding house.
>> > >
>> > > >> One day
>> > > >> I was walking through
>> > > >> coming home from work
>> > > >> and saw Stan the Nightporter.
>> > >
>> > > >> He was
>> > > >> sitting in his truck,
>> > > >> reading
>> > > >> an Archie comic book.
>> > >
>> > > >> We talked for a while,
>> > > >> I got his phone number,
>> > > >> said we'd
>> > > >> get in touch soon.
>> > >
>> > > >> But times were really busy
>> > > >> back then
>> > > >> and we never did
>> > > >> connect again.
>> > >
>> > > >> And now
>> > > >> 39 years have passed.
>> > >
>> > > >> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>> > > >> when he was
>> > > >> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>> > > >> on Tip Top Drive,
>> > > >> around 1975.
>> > >
>> > > >> The house on Tip Top
>> > > >> set back from the street
>> > > >> a scene
>> > > >> of rowdy nights
>> > > >> of Rock-N-Roll.
>> > >
>> > > >> My first view of the
>> > > >> sophisticated older kids
>> > > >> back when Columbus College
>> > > >> was called Cody Road High.
>> > >
>> > > >> By the next year
>> > > >> this scene was busted.
>> > > >> Everyone scattered
>> > > >> or went into isolation.
>> > >
>> > > >> Some by choice
>> > > >> others via a paddy wagon.
>> > >
>> > > >> I saw Bill at The Loft
>> > > >> a few years ago,
>> > > >> he was playing guitar
>> > > >> in a band onstage
>> > > >> that night.
>> > >
>> > > >> He smiled sadly
>> > > >> playing in his Slowhand style
>> > > >> lines on his face
>> > > >> depicted the decades
>> > > >> that had passed.
>> > >
>> > > >> But no sign
>> > > >> of Stan
>> > > >> in 39 years.
>> > >
>> > > >> I saw an old friend
>> > > >> who used to sing in the band
>> > > >> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>> > > >> back in those times.
>> > >
>> > > >> She said she
>> > > >> hadn't seen
>> > > >> Stan the Nightporter
>> > > >> since those days in Atlanta.
>> > >
>> > > >> Seems he has vanished
>> > > >> into shadows of obscurity.
>> > >
>> > > >> Our relationship remains
>> > > >> frozen
>> > > >> and I stand in solitude
>> > > >> in my isolation.
>> > >
>> > > >> -Will Dockery
>> > >
>> > > >> ----------------------
>> > > >> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> > > >> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html
>> > >
>> > >
>> > > > This poem is nearly epic in scope...
>> > > Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".
>> > >
>> > > HTH and HAND.
>> > I hope to read it all in chronological order someday soon...
>> That's slowly happening.
>>
>> As in the Cody Road reference above, I'm working on a longer piece also taking place in that area, here's the raw notes:
>>
>> Visions of Cody Road:
>>
>> "Late 1960s the very small strip mall on the right side of Cody Road (opposite Mohina Woods) was the state of the art place to be, the coin op laundry was my mother's choice during those years, Cody Road Drug Store next to it, druggist Peter Chin. The convenience store, good spot to look over the comics and magazine stand. For some reason they carried "Castle Of Frankenstein" magazine when most other places didn't. No idea why. CoF was a mighty good read, cutting edge media coverage for the late 1960s. Yeah, Nerd Alert.
>> This is the first issue of "Castle of Frankenstein" I ever bought (though I had been looking through earlier issues while my mother washed clothes and/or waited for a prescription to be filled next door at Cody Road Drug Store, this is the first one I decided to spend the 35 cents on) a wide world of fantastic ideas awaited inside."
>>
>> https://imgur.com/gallery/8Pn8pmE

> Interesting essay, Doc...

Thanks again for the read.

On Sunday, November 6, 2022 at 7:00:19 AM UTC+10, W.Dockery wrote:
> Stan the Nightporter
>
> In a state
> of self-imposed exile
> another period
> of reconstruction.
>
> Another crash and burn
> life can throw these things.
> Just learn to deflect
> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.
>
> Because like the old cliché
> that was
> stinging in my ears
> butterflies are free.
>
> There on the second floor
> looking over the park.
> I put myself in exile
> I knew I must have solitude.
>
> I sat in the dark
> seeing glimmers
> of reptilian eyes.
>
> She was so fast
> that she just moved on.
> She was moving
> at some different vibration.
>
> Watching the river flow
> a hundred yards below
> my mind wandered back
> to a time
> that seemed long ago.
>
> May 27 1981
> another scorching day
> with my Karma
> in retrograde.
>
> That was the last time
> I saw Stan the Nightporter
> also
> on that same day.
>
> Stan worked
> at the New Baby store
> along my path
> home from work
> on Cheshire Bridge Road.
>
> Along the same
> stretch of road
> as Johnny's Pizzeria.
>
> Next door to Numbers,
> a new wave nightclub
> all the rage
> that Spring of 1981.
>
> I lived down
> the big hill
> down Piedmonth Road
> near Ansley Mall.
>
> In exile
> in that old boarding house.
>
> One day
> I was walking through
> coming home from work
> and saw Stan the Nightporter.
>
> He was
> sitting in his truck,
> reading
> an Archie comic book.
>
> We talked for a while,
> I got his phone number,
> said we'd
> get in touch soon.
>
> But times were really busy
> back then
> and we never did
> connect again.
>
> And now
> 39 years have passed.
>
> I first met Stan the Nightporter
> when he was
> Bill Rumor's sidekick
> on Tip Top Drive,
> around 1975.
>
> The house on Tip Top
> set back from the street
> a scene
> of rowdy nights
> of Rock-N-Roll.
>
> My first view of the
> sophisticated older kids
> back when Columbus College
> was called Cody Road High.
>
> By the next year
> this scene was busted.
> Everyone scattered
> or went into isolation.
>
> Some by choice
> others via a paddy wagon.
>
> I saw Bill at The Loft
> a few years ago,
> he was playing guitar
> in a band onstage
> that night.
>
> He smiled sadly
> playing in his Slowhand style
> lines on his face
> depicted the decades
> that had passed.
>
> But no sign
> of Stan
> in 39 years.
>
> I saw an old friend
> who used to sing in the band
> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
> back in those times.
>
> She said she
> hadn't seen
> Stan the Nightporter
> since those days in Atlanta.
>
> Seems he has vanished
> into shadows of obscurity.
>
> Our relationship remains
> frozen
> and I stand in solitude
> in my isolation.
>
> -Will Dockery
>
> ----------------------
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

Excellent work Will.

On Wednesday, October 4, 2023 at 7:19:11 AM UTC-4, Ilya Shambat wrote:
> On Sunday, November 6, 2022 at 7:00:19 AM UTC+10, W.Dockery wrote:
>
> > Stan the Nightporter
> >
> > In a state
> > of self-imposed exile
> > another period
> > of reconstruction.
> >
> > Another crash and burn
> > life can throw these things.
> > Just learn to deflect
> > like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.
> >
> > Because like the old cliché
> > that was
> > stinging in my ears
> > butterflies are free.
> >
> > There on the second floor
> > looking over the park.
> > I put myself in exile
> > I knew I must have solitude.
> >
> > I sat in the dark
> > seeing glimmers
> > of reptilian eyes.
> >
> > She was so fast
> > that she just moved on.
> > She was moving
> > at some different vibration.
> >
> > Watching the river flow
> > a hundred yards below
> > my mind wandered back
> > to a time
> > that seemed long ago.
> >
> > May 27 1981
> > another scorching day
> > with my Karma
> > in retrograde.
> >
> > That was the last time
> > I saw Stan the Nightporter
> > also
> > on that same day.
> >
> > Stan worked
> > at the New Baby store
> > along my path
> > home from work
> > on Cheshire Bridge Road.
> >
> > Along the same
> > stretch of road
> > as Johnny's Pizzeria.
> >
> > Next door to Numbers,
> > a new wave nightclub
> > all the rage
> > that Spring of 1981.
> >
> > I lived down
> > the big hill
> > down Piedmonth Road
> > near Ansley Mall.
> >
> > In exile
> > in that old boarding house.
> >
> > One day
> > I was walking through
> > coming home from work
> > and saw Stan the Nightporter.
> >
> > He was
> > sitting in his truck,
> > reading
> > an Archie comic book.
> >
> > We talked for a while,
> > I got his phone number,
> > said we'd
> > get in touch soon.
> >
> > But times were really busy
> > back then
> > and we never did
> > connect again.
> >
> > And now
> > 39 years have passed.
> >
> > I first met Stan the Nightporter
> > when he was
> > Bill Rumor's sidekick
> > on Tip Top Drive,
> > around 1975.
> >
> > The house on Tip Top
> > set back from the street
> > a scene
> > of rowdy nights
> > of Rock-N-Roll.
> >
> > My first view of the
> > sophisticated older kids
> > back when Columbus College
> > was called Cody Road High.
> >
> > By the next year
> > this scene was busted.
> > Everyone scattered
> > or went into isolation.
> >
> > Some by choice
> > others via a paddy wagon.
> >
> > I saw Bill at The Loft
> > a few years ago,
> > he was playing guitar
> > in a band onstage
> > that night.
> >
> > He smiled sadly
> > playing in his Slowhand style
> > lines on his face
> > depicted the decades
> > that had passed.
> >
> > But no sign
> > of Stan
> > in 39 years.
> >
> > I saw an old friend
> > who used to sing in the band
> > Stan the Nightporter drummed in
> > back in those times.
> >
> > She said she
> > hadn't seen
> > Stan the Nightporter
> > since those days in Atlanta.
> >
> > Seems he has vanished
> > into shadows of obscurity.
> >
> > Our relationship remains
> > frozen
> > and I stand in solitude
> > in my isolation.
> >
> > -Will Dockery
> >
> > ----------------------
> > From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> > https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html
> Excellent work Will.

Good afternoon Ilya, thanks again for reading and for the endorsement.

🙂

Will Dockery wrote:
>
> Stan the Nightporter

> In a state
> of self-imposed exile
> another period
> of reconstruction.

> Another crash and burn
> life can throw these things.
> Just learn to deflect
> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

> Because like the old cliché
> that was
> stinging in my ears
> butterflies are free.

> There on the second floor
> looking over the park.
> I put myself in exile
> I knew I must have solitude.

> I sat in the dark
> seeing glimmers
> of reptilian eyes.

> She was so fast
> that she just moved on.
> She was moving
> at some different vibration.

> Watching the river flow
> a hundred yards below
> my mind wandered back
> to a time
> that seemed long ago.

> May 27 1981
> another scorching day
> with my Karma
> in retrograde.

> That was the last time
> I saw Stan the Nightporter
> also
> on that same day.

> Stan worked
> at the New Baby store
> along my path
> home from work
> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

> Along the same
> stretch of road
> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

> Next door to Numbers,
> a new wave nightclub
> all the rage
> that Spring of 1981.

> I lived down
> the big hill
> down Piedmonth Road
> near Ansley Mall.

> In exile
> in that old boarding house.

> One day
> I was walking through
> coming home from work
> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

> He was
> sitting in his truck,
> reading
> an Archie comic book.

> We talked for a while,
> I got his phone number,
> said we'd
> get in touch soon.

> But times were really busy
> back then
> and we never did
> connect again.

> And now
> 39 years have passed.

> I first met Stan the Nightporter
> when he was
> Bill Rumor's sidekick
> on Tip Top Drive,
> around 1975.

> The house on Tip Top
> set back from the street
> a scene
> of rowdy nights
> of Rock-N-Roll.

> My first view of the
> sophisticated older kids
> back when Columbus College
> was called Cody Road High.

> By the next year
> this scene was busted.
> Everyone scattered
> or went into isolation.

> Some by choice
> others via a paddy wagon.

> I saw Bill at The Loft
> a few years ago,
> he was playing guitar
> in a band onstage
> that night.

> He smiled sadly
> playing in his Slowhand style
> lines on his face
> depicted the decades
> that had passed.

> But no sign
> of Stan
> in 39 years.

> I saw an old friend
> who used to sing in the band
> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
> back in those times.

> She said she
> hadn't seen
> Stan the Nightporter
> since those days in Atlanta.

> Seems he has vanished
> into shadows of obscurity.

> Our relationship remains
> frozen
> and I stand in solitude
> in my isolation.

> -Will Dockery

> ----------------------
> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

Stan played fiddle in the Officer's Club band out on Fort Benning, am I remembering that correctly..?

Back when Main Post was a place my parents woulkd go to often my being retired Army...

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Stan the Nightporter

>> In a state
>> of self-imposed exile
>> another period
>> of reconstruction.

>> Another crash and burn
>> life can throw these things.
>> Just learn to deflect
>> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

>> Because like the old cliché
>> that was
>> stinging in my ears
>> butterflies are free.

>> There on the second floor
>> looking over the park.
>> I put myself in exile
>> I knew I must have solitude.

>> I sat in the dark
>> seeing glimmers
>> of reptilian eyes.

>> She was so fast
>> that she just moved on.
>> She was moving
>> at some different vibration.

>> Watching the river flow
>> a hundred yards below
>> my mind wandered back
>> to a time
>> that seemed long ago.

>> May 27 1981
>> another scorching day
>> with my Karma
>> in retrograde.

>> That was the last time
>> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>> also
>> on that same day.

>> Stan worked
>> at the New Baby store
>> along my path
>> home from work
>> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

>> Along the same
>> stretch of road
>> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

>> Next door to Numbers,
>> a new wave nightclub
>> all the rage
>> that Spring of 1981.

>> I lived down
>> the big hill
>> down Piedmonth Road
>> near Ansley Mall.

>> In exile
>> in that old boarding house.

>> One day
>> I was walking through
>> coming home from work
>> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

>> He was
>> sitting in his truck,
>> reading
>> an Archie comic book.

>> We talked for a while,
>> I got his phone number,
>> said we'd
>> get in touch soon.

>> But times were really busy
>> back then
>> and we never did
>> connect again.

>> And now
>> 39 years have passed.

>> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>> when he was
>> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>> on Tip Top Drive,
>> around 1975.

>> The house on Tip Top
>> set back from the street
>> a scene
>> of rowdy nights
>> of Rock-N-Roll.

>> My first view of the
>> sophisticated older kids
>> back when Columbus College
>> was called Cody Road High.

>> By the next year
>> this scene was busted.
>> Everyone scattered
>> or went into isolation.

>> Some by choice
>> others via a paddy wagon.

>> I saw Bill at The Loft
>> a few years ago,
>> he was playing guitar
>> in a band onstage
>> that night.

>> He smiled sadly
>> playing in his Slowhand style
>> lines on his face
>> depicted the decades
>> that had passed.

>> But no sign
>> of Stan
>> in 39 years.

>> I saw an old friend
>> who used to sing in the band
>> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>> back in those times.

>> She said she
>> hadn't seen
>> Stan the Nightporter
>> since those days in Atlanta.

>> Seems he has vanished
>> into shadows of obscurity.

>> Our relationship remains
>> frozen
>> and I stand in solitude
>> in my isolation.

>> -Will Dockery

>> ----------------------
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

> Stan played fiddle in the Officer's Club band out on Fort Benning, am I remembering that correctly..?

> Back when Main Post was a place my parents woulkd go to often my being retired Army...

I probably didn't quite know you or your family back then but yes, Stan played with a band out at the Officer's Club often.

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>
>>>> Stan the Nightporter

>>>> In a state
>>>> of self-imposed exile
>>>> another period
>>>> of reconstruction.

>>>> Another crash and burn
>>>> life can throw these things.
>>>> Just learn to deflect
>>>> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

>>>> Because like the old cliché
>>>> that was
>>>> stinging in my ears
>>>> butterflies are free.

>>>> There on the second floor
>>>> looking over the park.
>>>> I put myself in exile
>>>> I knew I must have solitude.

>>>> I sat in the dark
>>>> seeing glimmers
>>>> of reptilian eyes.

>>>> She was so fast
>>>> that she just moved on.
>>>> She was moving
>>>> at some different vibration.

>>>> Watching the river flow
>>>> a hundred yards below
>>>> my mind wandered back
>>>> to a time
>>>> that seemed long ago.

>>>> May 27 1981
>>>> another scorching day
>>>> with my Karma
>>>> in retrograde.

>>>> That was the last time
>>>> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>>>> also
>>>> on that same day.

>>>> Stan worked
>>>> at the New Baby store
>>>> along my path
>>>> home from work
>>>> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

>>>> Along the same
>>>> stretch of road
>>>> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

>>>> Next door to Numbers,
>>>> a new wave nightclub
>>>> all the rage
>>>> that Spring of 1981.

>>>> I lived down
>>>> the big hill
>>>> down Piedmonth Road
>>>> near Ansley Mall.

>>>> In exile
>>>> in that old boarding house.

>>>> One day
>>>> I was walking through
>>>> coming home from work
>>>> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

>>>> He was
>>>> sitting in his truck,
>>>> reading
>>>> an Archie comic book.

>>>> We talked for a while,
>>>> I got his phone number,
>>>> said we'd
>>>> get in touch soon.

>>>> But times were really busy
>>>> back then
>>>> and we never did
>>>> connect again.

>>>> And now
>>>> 39 years have passed.

>>>> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>>>> when he was
>>>> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>>>> on Tip Top Drive,
>>>> around 1975.

>>>> The house on Tip Top
>>>> set back from the street
>>>> a scene
>>>> of rowdy nights
>>>> of Rock-N-Roll.

>>>> My first view of the
>>>> sophisticated older kids
>>>> back when Columbus College
>>>> was called Cody Road High.

>>>> By the next year
>>>> this scene was busted.
>>>> Everyone scattered
>>>> or went into isolation.

>>>> Some by choice
>>>> others via a paddy wagon.

>>>> I saw Bill at The Loft
>>>> a few years ago,
>>>> he was playing guitar
>>>> in a band onstage
>>>> that night.

>>>> He smiled sadly
>>>> playing in his Slowhand style
>>>> lines on his face
>>>> depicted the decades
>>>> that had passed.

>>>> But no sign
>>>> of Stan
>>>> in 39 years.

>>>> I saw an old friend
>>>> who used to sing in the band
>>>> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>>>> back in those times.

>>>> She said she
>>>> hadn't seen
>>>> Stan the Nightporter
>>>> since those days in Atlanta.

>>>> Seems he has vanished
>>>> into shadows of obscurity.

>>>> Our relationship remains
>>>> frozen
>>>> and I stand in solitude
>>>> in my isolation.

>>>> -Will Dockery

>>>> ----------------------
>>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

>

> Coole....!!

Thanks again for reading and commenting

😃

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Stan the Nightporter

>> In a state
>> of self-imposed exile
>> another period
>> of reconstruction.

>> Another crash and burn
>> life can throw these things.
>> Just learn to deflect
>> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

>> Because like the old cliché
>> that was
>> stinging in my ears
>> butterflies are free.

>> There on the second floor
>> looking over the park.
>> I put myself in exile
>> I knew I must have solitude.

>> I sat in the dark
>> seeing glimmers
>> of reptilian eyes.

>> She was so fast
>> that she just moved on.
>> She was moving
>> at some different vibration.

>> Watching the river flow
>> a hundred yards below
>> my mind wandered back
>> to a time
>> that seemed long ago.

>> May 27 1981
>> another scorching day
>> with my Karma
>> in retrograde.

>> That was the last time
>> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>> also
>> on that same day.

>> Stan worked
>> at the New Baby store
>> along my path
>> home from work
>> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

>> Along the same
>> stretch of road
>> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

>> Next door to Numbers,
>> a new wave nightclub
>> all the rage
>> that Spring of 1981.

>> I lived down
>> the big hill
>> down Piedmonth Road
>> near Ansley Mall.

>> In exile
>> in that old boarding house.

>> One day
>> I was walking through
>> coming home from work
>> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

>> He was
>> sitting in his truck,
>> reading
>> an Archie comic book.

>> We talked for a while,
>> I got his phone number,
>> said we'd
>> get in touch soon.

>> But times were really busy
>> back then
>> and we never did
>> connect again.

>> And now
>> 39 years have passed.

>> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>> when he was
>> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>> on Tip Top Drive,
>> around 1975.

>> The house on Tip Top
>> set back from the street
>> a scene
>> of rowdy nights
>> of Rock-N-Roll.

>> My first view of the
>> sophisticated older kids
>> back when Columbus College
>> was called Cody Road High.

>> By the next year
>> this scene was busted.
>> Everyone scattered
>> or went into isolation.

>> Some by choice
>> others via a paddy wagon.

>> I saw Bill at The Loft
>> a few years ago,
>> he was playing guitar
>> in a band onstage
>> that night.

>> He smiled sadly
>> playing in his Slowhand style
>> lines on his face
>> depicted the decades
>> that had passed.

>> But no sign
>> of Stan
>> in 39 years.

>> I saw an old friend
>> who used to sing in the band
>> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>> back in those times.

>> She said she
>> hadn't seen
>> Stan the Nightporter
>> since those days in Atlanta.

>> Seems he has vanished
>> into shadows of obscurity.

>> Our relationship remains
>> frozen
>> and I stand in solitude
>> in my isolation.

>> -Will Dockery

>> ----------------------
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

> epic

Thanks again for the nod, Faraway Star.

😃

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:
>>
>> Stan the Nightporter

>> In a state
>> of self-imposed exile
>> another period
>> of reconstruction.

>> Another crash and burn
>> life can throw these things.
>> Just learn to deflect
>> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

>> Because like the old cliché
>> that was
>> stinging in my ears
>> butterflies are free.

>> There on the second floor
>> looking over the park.
>> I put myself in exile
>> I knew I must have solitude.

>> I sat in the dark
>> seeing glimmers
>> of reptilian eyes.

>> She was so fast
>> that she just moved on.
>> She was moving
>> at some different vibration.

>> Watching the river flow
>> a hundred yards below
>> my mind wandered back
>> to a time
>> that seemed long ago.

>> May 27 1981
>> another scorching day
>> with my Karma
>> in retrograde.

>> That was the last time
>> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>> also
>> on that same day.

>> Stan worked
>> at the New Baby store
>> along my path
>> home from work
>> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

>> Along the same
>> stretch of road
>> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

>> Next door to Numbers,
>> a new wave nightclub
>> all the rage
>> that Spring of 1981.

>> I lived down
>> the big hill
>> down Piedmonth Road
>> near Ansley Mall.

>> In exile
>> in that old boarding house.

>> One day
>> I was walking through
>> coming home from work
>> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

>> He was
>> sitting in his truck,
>> reading
>> an Archie comic book.

>> We talked for a while,
>> I got his phone number,
>> said we'd
>> get in touch soon.

>> But times were really busy
>> back then
>> and we never did
>> connect again.

>> And now
>> 39 years have passed.

>> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>> when he was
>> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>> on Tip Top Drive,
>> around 1975.

>> The house on Tip Top
>> set back from the street
>> a scene
>> of rowdy nights
>> of Rock-N-Roll.

>> My first view of the
>> sophisticated older kids
>> back when Columbus College
>> was called Cody Road High.

>> By the next year
>> this scene was busted.
>> Everyone scattered
>> or went into isolation.

>> Some by choice
>> others via a paddy wagon.

>> I saw Bill at The Loft
>> a few years ago,
>> he was playing guitar
>> in a band onstage
>> that night.

>> He smiled sadly
>> playing in his Slowhand style
>> lines on his face
>> depicted the decades
>> that had passed.

>> But no sign
>> of Stan
>> in 39 years.

>> I saw an old friend
>> who used to sing in the band
>> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>> back in those times.

>> She said she
>> hadn't seen
>> Stan the Nightporter
>> since those days in Atlanta.

>> Seems he has vanished
>> into shadows of obscurity.

>> Our relationship remains
>> frozen
>> and I stand in solitude
>> in my isolation.

>> -Will Dockery

>> ----------------------
>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

> This poem is nearly epic in scope...

Good morning, part of the epic in progress.

Will Dockery wrote:

> General-Zod wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>
>>> Stan the Nightporter

>>> In a state
>>> of self-imposed exile
>>> another period
>>> of reconstruction.

>>> Another crash and burn
>>> life can throw these things.
>>> Just learn to deflect
>>> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

>>> Because like the old cliché
>>> that was
>>> stinging in my ears
>>> butterflies are free.

>>> There on the second floor
>>> looking over the park.
>>> I put myself in exile
>>> I knew I must have solitude.

>>> I sat in the dark
>>> seeing glimmers
>>> of reptilian eyes.

>>> She was so fast
>>> that she just moved on.
>>> She was moving
>>> at some different vibration.

>>> Watching the river flow
>>> a hundred yards below
>>> my mind wandered back
>>> to a time
>>> that seemed long ago.

>>> May 27 1981
>>> another scorching day
>>> with my Karma
>>> in retrograde.

>>> That was the last time
>>> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>>> also
>>> on that same day.

>>> Stan worked
>>> at the New Baby store
>>> along my path
>>> home from work
>>> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

>>> Along the same
>>> stretch of road
>>> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

>>> Next door to Numbers,
>>> a new wave nightclub
>>> all the rage
>>> that Spring of 1981.

>>> I lived down
>>> the big hill
>>> down Piedmonth Road
>>> near Ansley Mall.

>>> In exile
>>> in that old boarding house.

>>> One day
>>> I was walking through
>>> coming home from work
>>> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

>>> He was
>>> sitting in his truck,
>>> reading
>>> an Archie comic book.

>>> We talked for a while,
>>> I got his phone number,
>>> said we'd
>>> get in touch soon.

>>> But times were really busy
>>> back then
>>> and we never did
>>> connect again.

>>> And now
>>> 39 years have passed.

>>> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>>> when he was
>>> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>>> on Tip Top Drive,
>>> around 1975.

>>> The house on Tip Top
>>> set back from the street
>>> a scene
>>> of rowdy nights
>>> of Rock-N-Roll.

>>> My first view of the
>>> sophisticated older kids
>>> back when Columbus College
>>> was called Cody Road High.

>>> By the next year
>>> this scene was busted.
>>> Everyone scattered
>>> or went into isolation.

>>> Some by choice
>>> others via a paddy wagon.

>>> I saw Bill at The Loft
>>> a few years ago,
>>> he was playing guitar
>>> in a band onstage
>>> that night.

>>> He smiled sadly
>>> playing in his Slowhand style
>>> lines on his face
>>> depicted the decades
>>> that had passed.

>>> But no sign
>>> of Stan
>>> in 39 years.

>>> I saw an old friend
>>> who used to sing in the band
>>> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>>> back in those times.

>>> She said she
>>> hadn't seen
>>> Stan the Nightporter
>>> since those days in Atlanta.

>>> Seems he has vanished
>>> into shadows of obscurity.

>>> Our relationship remains
>>> frozen
>>> and I stand in solitude
>>> in my isolation.

>>> -Will Dockery

>>> ----------------------
>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

>> This poem is nearly epic in scope...

> Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".

> HTH and HAND.

Good cal....!

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> General-Zod wrote:

>>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>>
>>>> Stan the Nightporter

>>>> In a state
>>>> of self-imposed exile
>>>> another period
>>>> of reconstruction.

>>>> Another crash and burn
>>>> life can throw these things.
>>>> Just learn to deflect
>>>> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

>>>> Because like the old cliché
>>>> that was
>>>> stinging in my ears
>>>> butterflies are free.

>>>> There on the second floor
>>>> looking over the park.
>>>> I put myself in exile
>>>> I knew I must have solitude.

>>>> I sat in the dark
>>>> seeing glimmers
>>>> of reptilian eyes.

>>>> She was so fast
>>>> that she just moved on.
>>>> She was moving
>>>> at some different vibration.

>>>> Watching the river flow
>>>> a hundred yards below
>>>> my mind wandered back
>>>> to a time
>>>> that seemed long ago.

>>>> May 27 1981
>>>> another scorching day
>>>> with my Karma
>>>> in retrograde.

>>>> That was the last time
>>>> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>>>> also
>>>> on that same day.

>>>> Stan worked
>>>> at the New Baby store
>>>> along my path
>>>> home from work
>>>> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

>>>> Along the same
>>>> stretch of road
>>>> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

>>>> Next door to Numbers,
>>>> a new wave nightclub
>>>> all the rage
>>>> that Spring of 1981.

>>>> I lived down
>>>> the big hill
>>>> down Piedmonth Road
>>>> near Ansley Mall.

>>>> In exile
>>>> in that old boarding house.

>>>> One day
>>>> I was walking through
>>>> coming home from work
>>>> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

>>>> He was
>>>> sitting in his truck,
>>>> reading
>>>> an Archie comic book.

>>>> We talked for a while,
>>>> I got his phone number,
>>>> said we'd
>>>> get in touch soon.

>>>> But times were really busy
>>>> back then
>>>> and we never did
>>>> connect again.

>>>> And now
>>>> 39 years have passed.

>>>> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>>>> when he was
>>>> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>>>> on Tip Top Drive,
>>>> around 1975.

>>>> The house on Tip Top
>>>> set back from the street
>>>> a scene
>>>> of rowdy nights
>>>> of Rock-N-Roll.

>>>> My first view of the
>>>> sophisticated older kids
>>>> back when Columbus College
>>>> was called Cody Road High.

>>>> By the next year
>>>> this scene was busted.
>>>> Everyone scattered
>>>> or went into isolation.

>>>> Some by choice
>>>> others via a paddy wagon.

>>>> I saw Bill at The Loft
>>>> a few years ago,
>>>> he was playing guitar
>>>> in a band onstage
>>>> that night.

>>>> He smiled sadly
>>>> playing in his Slowhand style
>>>> lines on his face
>>>> depicted the decades
>>>> that had passed.

>>>> But no sign
>>>> of Stan
>>>> in 39 years.

>>>> I saw an old friend
>>>> who used to sing in the band
>>>> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>>>> back in those times.

>>>> She said she
>>>> hadn't seen
>>>> Stan the Nightporter
>>>> since those days in Atlanta.

>>>> Seems he has vanished
>>>> into shadows of obscurity.

>>>> Our relationship remains
>>>> frozen
>>>> and I stand in solitude
>>>> in my isolation.

>>>> -Will Dockery

>>>> ----------------------
>>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

>>> This poem is nearly epic in scope...

>> Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".

>> HTH and HAND.

> Good cal....!

Good afternoon, thanks again for the scrutiny.

:)

Will Dockery wrote:

> General-Zod wrote:

>> Will Dockery wrote:

>>> General-Zod wrote:

>>>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>>>
>>>>> Stan the Nightporter

>>>>> In a state
>>>>> of self-imposed exile
>>>>> another period
>>>>> of reconstruction.

>>>>> Another crash and burn
>>>>> life can throw these things.
>>>>> Just learn to deflect
>>>>> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

>>>>> Because like the old cliché
>>>>> that was
>>>>> stinging in my ears
>>>>> butterflies are free.

>>>>> There on the second floor
>>>>> looking over the park.
>>>>> I put myself in exile
>>>>> I knew I must have solitude.

>>>>> I sat in the dark
>>>>> seeing glimmers
>>>>> of reptilian eyes.

>>>>> She was so fast
>>>>> that she just moved on.
>>>>> She was moving
>>>>> at some different vibration.

>>>>> Watching the river flow
>>>>> a hundred yards below
>>>>> my mind wandered back
>>>>> to a time
>>>>> that seemed long ago.

>>>>> May 27 1981
>>>>> another scorching day
>>>>> with my Karma
>>>>> in retrograde.

>>>>> That was the last time
>>>>> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>>>>> also
>>>>> on that same day.

>>>>> Stan worked
>>>>> at the New Baby store
>>>>> along my path
>>>>> home from work
>>>>> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

>>>>> Along the same
>>>>> stretch of road
>>>>> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

>>>>> Next door to Numbers,
>>>>> a new wave nightclub
>>>>> all the rage
>>>>> that Spring of 1981.

>>>>> I lived down
>>>>> the big hill
>>>>> down Piedmonth Road
>>>>> near Ansley Mall.

>>>>> In exile
>>>>> in that old boarding house.

>>>>> One day
>>>>> I was walking through
>>>>> coming home from work
>>>>> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

>>>>> He was
>>>>> sitting in his truck,
>>>>> reading
>>>>> an Archie comic book.

>>>>> We talked for a while,
>>>>> I got his phone number,
>>>>> said we'd
>>>>> get in touch soon.

>>>>> But times were really busy
>>>>> back then
>>>>> and we never did
>>>>> connect again.

>>>>> And now
>>>>> 39 years have passed.

>>>>> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>>>>> when he was
>>>>> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>>>>> on Tip Top Drive,
>>>>> around 1975.

>>>>> The house on Tip Top
>>>>> set back from the street
>>>>> a scene
>>>>> of rowdy nights
>>>>> of Rock-N-Roll.

>>>>> My first view of the
>>>>> sophisticated older kids
>>>>> back when Columbus College
>>>>> was called Cody Road High.

>>>>> By the next year
>>>>> this scene was busted.
>>>>> Everyone scattered
>>>>> or went into isolation.

>>>>> Some by choice
>>>>> others via a paddy wagon.

>>>>> I saw Bill at The Loft
>>>>> a few years ago,
>>>>> he was playing guitar
>>>>> in a band onstage
>>>>> that night.

>>>>> He smiled sadly
>>>>> playing in his Slowhand style
>>>>> lines on his face
>>>>> depicted the decades
>>>>> that had passed.

>>>>> But no sign
>>>>> of Stan
>>>>> in 39 years.

>>>>> I saw an old friend
>>>>> who used to sing in the band
>>>>> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>>>>> back in those times.

>>>>> She said she
>>>>> hadn't seen
>>>>> Stan the Nightporter
>>>>> since those days in Atlanta.

>>>>> Seems he has vanished
>>>>> into shadows of obscurity.

>>>>> Our relationship remains
>>>>> frozen
>>>>> and I stand in solitude
>>>>> in my isolation.

>>>>> -Will Dockery

>>>>> ----------------------
>>>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

>>>> This poem is nearly epic in scope...

>>> Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".

>>> HTH and HAND.

>> Good cal....!

> Good afternoon, thanks again for the scrutiny.

> :)

Yo

Good day and good read...

General-Zod wrote:

> Will Dockery wrote:

>> General-Zod wrote:

>>> Will Dockery wrote:

>>>> General-Zod wrote:

>>>>> Will Dockery wrote:
>>>>>>
>>>>>> Stan the Nightporter

>>>>>> In a state
>>>>>> of self-imposed exile
>>>>>> another period
>>>>>> of reconstruction.

>>>>>> Another crash and burn
>>>>>> life can throw these things.
>>>>>> Just learn to deflect
>>>>>> like Ali's Rope-A-Dope.

>>>>>> Because like the old cliché
>>>>>> that was
>>>>>> stinging in my ears
>>>>>> butterflies are free.

>>>>>> There on the second floor
>>>>>> looking over the park.
>>>>>> I put myself in exile
>>>>>> I knew I must have solitude.

>>>>>> I sat in the dark
>>>>>> seeing glimmers
>>>>>> of reptilian eyes.

>>>>>> She was so fast
>>>>>> that she just moved on.
>>>>>> She was moving
>>>>>> at some different vibration.

>>>>>> Watching the river flow
>>>>>> a hundred yards below
>>>>>> my mind wandered back
>>>>>> to a time
>>>>>> that seemed long ago.

>>>>>> May 27 1981
>>>>>> another scorching day
>>>>>> with my Karma
>>>>>> in retrograde.

>>>>>> That was the last time
>>>>>> I saw Stan the Nightporter
>>>>>> also
>>>>>> on that same day.

>>>>>> Stan worked
>>>>>> at the New Baby store
>>>>>> along my path
>>>>>> home from work
>>>>>> on Cheshire Bridge Road.

>>>>>> Along the same
>>>>>> stretch of road
>>>>>> as Johnny's Pizzeria.

>>>>>> Next door to Numbers,
>>>>>> a new wave nightclub
>>>>>> all the rage
>>>>>> that Spring of 1981.

>>>>>> I lived down
>>>>>> the big hill
>>>>>> down Piedmonth Road
>>>>>> near Ansley Mall.

>>>>>> In exile
>>>>>> in that old boarding house.

>>>>>> One day
>>>>>> I was walking through
>>>>>> coming home from work
>>>>>> and saw Stan the Nightporter.

>>>>>> He was
>>>>>> sitting in his truck,
>>>>>> reading
>>>>>> an Archie comic book.

>>>>>> We talked for a while,
>>>>>> I got his phone number,
>>>>>> said we'd
>>>>>> get in touch soon.

>>>>>> But times were really busy
>>>>>> back then
>>>>>> and we never did
>>>>>> connect again.

>>>>>> And now
>>>>>> 39 years have passed.

>>>>>> I first met Stan the Nightporter
>>>>>> when he was
>>>>>> Bill Rumor's sidekick
>>>>>> on Tip Top Drive,
>>>>>> around 1975.

>>>>>> The house on Tip Top
>>>>>> set back from the street
>>>>>> a scene
>>>>>> of rowdy nights
>>>>>> of Rock-N-Roll.

>>>>>> My first view of the
>>>>>> sophisticated older kids
>>>>>> back when Columbus College
>>>>>> was called Cody Road High.

>>>>>> By the next year
>>>>>> this scene was busted.
>>>>>> Everyone scattered
>>>>>> or went into isolation.

>>>>>> Some by choice
>>>>>> others via a paddy wagon.

>>>>>> I saw Bill at The Loft
>>>>>> a few years ago,
>>>>>> he was playing guitar
>>>>>> in a band onstage
>>>>>> that night.

>>>>>> He smiled sadly
>>>>>> playing in his Slowhand style
>>>>>> lines on his face
>>>>>> depicted the decades
>>>>>> that had passed.

>>>>>> But no sign
>>>>>> of Stan
>>>>>> in 39 years.

>>>>>> I saw an old friend
>>>>>> who used to sing in the band
>>>>>> Stan the Nightporter drummed in
>>>>>> back in those times.

>>>>>> She said she
>>>>>> hadn't seen
>>>>>> Stan the Nightporter
>>>>>> since those days in Atlanta.

>>>>>> Seems he has vanished
>>>>>> into shadows of obscurity.

>>>>>> Our relationship remains
>>>>>> frozen
>>>>>> and I stand in solitude
>>>>>> in my isolation.

>>>>>> -Will Dockery

>>>>>> ----------------------
>>>>>> From the Shadowville Mythos poetry blog:
>>>>>> https://shadowville-mythos.blogspot.com/2022/06/pastor-stan-in-exile.html

>>>>> This poem is nearly epic in scope...

>>>> Actually, I suppose it could be considered to be a /part/ of an "epic".

>>>> HTH and HAND.

>>> Good cal....!

>> Good afternoon, thanks again for the scrutiny.

>> :)

> Yo

> Good day and good read...

Hello again my friend.

😃