Crushin’ on my hometown, Crushin’ on you.

Hey y’all, I know I promised original poems. I’ve gotta be real with y’all for a second. I’ve had a hard time sharing my writing recently…but I’m working on my actual feelings and being more open with them. So here we go y’all…

At Starbucks, Sennheisers over my ears and vibing with my Spotify playlist. Seems like my mind keeps drifting back to Evansville more and more frequently. Maybe I just miss home, familiar places with well-walked streets. Downtown Newburgh with antique stores and underground used book shops…

The smell of the Ohio River and midwest summer storms. The old haunts like Morris Dynamics where over a decade ago I started Taekwondo. Now a black belt… my knee nervously jack-hammering under the table.

Memories like lightning, arcing through my mind. The street I grew up on, the neighbors, crushing on a friends’ sister. First High school dance, first date, so many firsts…

Time may have been painful for us both…Here in our 20’swe’re both still young at heart. You’re still the sweet girl who I went to Holiday World with. I’m still the young buck crushin’ on you. Still the guy who’d offer you my coat…

Like whiskey, I aged well. Still got a lil’ kick though. Coffee, a notebook, music and pencil. Scratching out an admission…I’m crushin’ on my hometown and crushin’ on you.