Always This Same Street
I have driven this street.
Many towns.
This same street.
Always this same street.
Always wide.
Always long.
This same street.
Always this same steet.
Corner gas stations.
Body shops.
Bars.
Restaurants.
Beauty parlors.
Social clubs.
Dollar stores.
Dry cleaners.
Pawn shops.
Drugs.
This same street.
Always this same street.
Always cloudy.
Always a Brook Benton tune on the radio.
My eyes always looking around.
But knowing what is coming.
This same street.
Always this same street.
I always see it three blocks ahead.
This same street gently rising up ahead.
I can't see what is beyond the rise.
This same street.
Always this same street.
I know I will not go over that hill.
Have to turn.
Sometimes to the left.
Sometimes to the right.
Sometimes a u-turn.
This same street.
Always this same street.
I am not afraid of that same hill.
That same hill.
I am just not ready to go over that same hill.
This same street.
Always this same street.
Many towns.
This same street.
Always this same street.
Always wide.
Always long.
This same street.
Always this same steet.
Corner gas stations.
Body shops.
Bars.
Restaurants.
Beauty parlors.
Social clubs.
Dollar stores.
Dry cleaners.
Pawn shops.
Drugs.
This same street.
Always this same street.
Always cloudy.
Always a Brook Benton tune on the radio.
My eyes always looking around.
But knowing what is coming.
This same street.
Always this same street.
I always see it three blocks ahead.
This same street gently rising up ahead.
I can't see what is beyond the rise.
This same street.
Always this same street.
I know I will not go over that hill.
Have to turn.
Sometimes to the left.
Sometimes to the right.
Sometimes a u-turn.
This same street.
Always this same street.
I am not afraid of that same hill.
That same hill.
I am just not ready to go over that same hill.
This same street.
Always this same street.
posted by Fred Garber at 8:37 PM
4 Comments:
Oh, I really like this one, Fred. Dreams, life, same street.
Thanks! Been thinking about it for a long.
Me too, Fred. Your poems always get me riding or walking right along with you, and this is an especially good one for that. Thanks. Guess we all have our "same streets, same hills."
Thanks Beth....one of those same streets is for me is South 24th Street in Omaha , NE. There is a restaurant called El Dorado that serves pig neck bones in a cream sauce with spinach and poblano chiles. Two blocks farther south and I have to turn away.
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