John Philip Sousa Bridge

The John Philip Sousa Bridge is a bridge that carries Pennsylvania Avenue across the Anacostia River in Washington, D.C., U.S.A. It has partial interchanges with unsigned Interstate 695 at its western terminus and with District of Columbia Route 295 at its eastern terminus.

The first bridge at that location was built in 1804. An iron, underslung truss bridge on masonry piers was built between 1887 and 1890. The same masonry piers were used in the construction of the present bridge, which was named after John Philip Sousa in 1939 and completed in 1940.

Sousa, the famed conductor and composer of patriotic marches, is buried in Congressional Cemetery in Southeast Washington, not far from the bridge.

Bridges of the Anacostia River
Upstream
Anacostia Railroad Bridge
 John Philip Sousa Bridge
 Downstream
11th Street Bridges
John Philip Sousa
Musical Compositions
  • "The Fairest of the Fair"
  • "The Gallant Seventh"
  • "The Gladiator March"
  • "Hands Across the Sea"
  • "High School Cadets"
  • "King Cotton"
  • "The Liberty Bell"
  • "Manhattan Beach"
  • "Minnesota March"
  • "Semper Fidelis"
  • "The Stars and Stripes Forever"
  • "The Thunderer"
  • "Transit of Venus March"
  • "U.S. Field Artillery"
  • "The Washington Post"
Operettas
  • Chris and the Wonderful Lamp
  • Désirée
  • El Capitan
Other performing arts
  • "The Army Goes Rolling Along"
  • Stars and Stripes
  • Stars and Stripes Forever
Other
  • List of compositions by John Philip Sousa
  • audio files
  • John Philip Sousa House
  • United States Marine Corps
  • United States Marine Corps Band
Honoraria
  • John Philip Sousa Bridge
  • John Philip Sousa Foundation
  • John Philip Sousa School (Bronx)
  • John Philip Sousa Junior High School

Coordinates: 38°52′37″N 76°58′40″W / 38.8769°N 76.9779°W / 38.8769; -76.9779


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