Hamilton Web

Edison Carberry worked a shift at Hamilton Web

An old weaver’s mill long past its day

Tucked away in a smugglers cove

Between Wickford and Narragansett

On the Rhode Island coast.

Edison Carberry made the weekly run

Up I-95 to Logan in a suicide run on his Kawasaki 500

Trading a box of narrow weave for a package of dreams

At the Lufthansa desk for a bit of overtime

And a burger and a beer at Tommy’s Place

The old mill received the work of the weavers in Warwick

And turned it into finished goods and shipped it out the door

Edison Carberry worked as stockman

But learned every job on the floor out of boredom.

The highlight of the day was a visit from the canteen truck

A daily eggamuff, a little banter with Canteen Joe and a side bet or two on the Celts or the Sox

Everybody had a second gig.

Edison Carberry locked the place up

Wandering the empty second floor

Among the unwanted looms and dying light

Filling the room with shadows

And the smell of wood and oil.

Stirred up by the ghosts of old weavers wandering about.

Edison Carberry made the weekly run

Up I-95 to Logan in a suicide run on his Kawasaki 500

Trading a box of narrow weave for a package of dreams

At the Lufthansa desk for a bit of overtime

And a burger and a beer at Tommy’s Place