Good morning. It's my first time here. I'm new to the area. Mom says this is East Washington St. She gave me a bottle of milk earlier and put me in this stroller. Is that called the sun? It hurts my eyes a little but I'm fine. Can't say the same for Mom though. She stopped several times because of the pain in the heels of her feet. I can see her sweat drip over the drape of my stroller from time to time. I thought it was this thing called run, or ran... Or rain. Not sure how it's pronounced. And with every push she seems to breathe harder and harder. "Almost there".... Not sure where we're going though.
Good morning. My friends and I are here everyday. This is East Washington St. It's close to our home. That's our apartment complex across the field. We watch the cars go pass and say which ones are ours. We're going to drive them all when our legs are long enough to reach the gas pedal. When we can see over the dashboard. We decided we'd stay here forever...either be super heroes or rich. Don't mind that, it's just sweat. Looks like it's going to rain soon. Not sure where we're going, but I think we're almost there. Almost...
"Hiccup!!"Good morning Yep...this is umm... hold on, oh yeah this is East Street on Washington or something. Sorry about that No school today. I mean it is school today....but not for us!!...lol. Only the lames went in today, right fellas??!! I had a little too much to drink. These are my friends..."hey guys! Does any beer want another body??...Ha!!"What did you ask me? Oh we're going to umm....actually...I have no idea where we are going. I do know the sun and this vodka are not a good match. Just walk with us through this rain. I think.... I think we're almost there. Almost...
Good morning. How's it going man? I've been seeing you on East Washington St since I was a kid. All these years and I never introduced myself, I'm Everybody. This is my daughter. Her names Anybody. My friends? Surprise you remember those guys. Well one or two made it out of here, ya know college and good jobs. Never looked back. Wish I would have went with them actually. But Daddy has to work right? Got a wifey, kid, a mom who needs me. Well nice seeing you again. Gotta get Anybody out of this Sun, a little too hot for her. Stop crying baby its okay, we're almost there. Almost....
Not sure how good it is but....Good morning. I'm so sick of walking up and down East Washington St. I meet this blistering sun here everyday I walk in it for 3 miles to and from work. Tired of this. And is this?? Is this rain?? Dammitt!! I'm not even almost there yet. Almost... almost....Jesus!
Good morning. Walking down to the park from East Washington St. Meeting Anybody there, that's who this rose is for. Hadn't seen her since Mom's funeral. Her husband wouldn't allow me in their home due to my drinking problem. This teddy bear? Oh that's for my granddaughter. Today's my first time meeting her. Good seeing you again. I don't want to be late. In a bit of a rush. Gotta make it through this sun. I'm almost there. Almost....
Good morning Good to have someone to talk to every now and again. East Washington St has changed so much. I come out here and walk while I still can. My gran-babies are all off in college. The guys from the old neighborhood left years ago. Been years since I've seen them, not too many of us still alive though. Lil lonely from time to time but....I just sit here at the bus stop watching the rain. And when it leaves I take a nice little walk in the sun. Never too sure where I'm going. When you get as old as I am you tend to forget a lot. I just say to myself "You're almost there"Almost....
Good morning. Thank you for bringing me out today for a walk. Where are we, is this that East street. Who's pushing my chair? Is that you Anybody? I stop drinking baby, I promise I did. Can I come to your house now? Are the gran-babies still there? I can't remember their names. Wait, what year is it, where is everybody. Did the guys go to school without me? Who is that pushing my chair. Is that you Anybody? Are my gran-babies with you? Momma... Momma is that you?When did you get here Momma? How come I can't hear your voice momma? Can you tell me who's behind me pushing this chair Momma? I can't hear your voice Momma.... you're breathing just as hard as I am. The sun ...it's too, it's too bright and hot. I can't....I can't.... I can't hear my heart beat. Just going to go to sleep. I think this is that East Street, feels like it. If it's not, well. This is my first time here. I'm new to the area. Not sure where I'm going. But I think I'm almost there....Almost...Good morning.
-Anthony "Cash" Hedgepeth
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East Washington St
PoetryThe poet side. A bird's eye view of a person's life from childhood, to adulthood, to death. Seeing every change from one street. East Washington St.