Joe Aimonetti
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NYC Poems

THE CITY IN VERSE

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THE CITY IN VERSE

A collection of stories experienced around New York, in poetry form.


 
Morning Deliveries in Chelsea
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Morning Deliveries in Chelsea

The parcels arrive

In part for our needs, and

What we need in separate parts —

Waste an expected outcome,

Yet out come the parcels,

Stacked and stacked

And carted down the block ,

Through pedestrians heading

To work to earn enough

So they can save and buy

Part of the next shipment of parcels —

New Delivery City.

Joe Aimonetti
Traffic on the Brooklyn Bridge
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Traffic on the Brooklyn Bridge

This system of mysterious,

Interconnected madness,

As consciousness becomes optional--

Requisite with a temper,

Fighting unfathomable expectations

That fight to keep us in line,

Peaking over shoulders to get

A better view of the middle,

Where, in darkness,

Hands folded and head fallen,

Before a mindless slumber takes hold,

Before our memories fade,

If they were ever even really made,

The course corrects;

The system breaks;

And we find our way home

To the only thing that matters.

Joe Aimonetti
Midtown Forecast in Fall
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Midtown Forecast in Fall

Suits now polka-dotted,

Unintentionally patterned

Despite best efforts to cover,

Fair weather predictions

Denied as skies stay gray

And droplets do their dropping

Letting those in windows

Watch as sidewalkers scurry,

Twisting to avoid subway grates

And each other--

Wondering why life remains dry.

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Brooklyn Bridge Millennials
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BROOKLYN BRIDGE MILLENNIALS

The bridge connects us to

Everything, but wifi

Fails to bridge the gap

That matters, when we cross

Back and forth —

Between tall buildings

And small people, helplessly

Searching for a signal —

Fool’s gold is out of range.

Joe Aimonetti
Carroll Gardens Sidewalk Strolling
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CARROLL GARDENS SIDEWALK STROLLING

Sidewalk-filling, iPhone-staring,

Super duty SUV strollers —

Packed with today’s snacks

And activities,

And unrelenting, space-taking size —

Wheels fit to traverse the Sahara

Ramp gracefully over bumpy brick pathways

And the sneakers of kid-free,

Foot-based travelers —

Apathetic to apologies, apparently.

Joe Aimonetti
Cobble Hill Coffee Shop Conference Caller
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COBBLE HILL COFFEE SHOP CONFERENCE CALLER

Gestating hands

Signal a deeper issue,

As we communicate —

Loud to prove our point

That relevence is upon us,

That our noise canceling headset,

Unfortunately for the atmosphere-seeking brew sipper nearby,

Only works in one direction —

This quarterly sales meeting

could save lives.

Joe Aimonetti
Live Music in Lower Manhattan
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LIVE MUSIC IN LOWER MANHATTAN

Alternating clings and clangs,

Each pour a note in the symphony

Of late night absurdity, best

For making new friends,

For trying new things —

Forgetfulness,

Full of stories

Later stated with no regrets,

And later still, regretting forgetting the very stories

That danced to the sweet sounds —

The music plays anyway.

Joe Aimonetti
Nolita Egg-themed Eatery
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NOLITA EGG-THEMED EATERY

Broken yolks run wild over bacon

And avocado and

Instagram filtering —

Bumping contrast, cropping fingertips,

And hashtagging

Blessed things,

And love things,

And runnyeggyummyegg things —

Post up here to post

Likable, shareable snaps —

My feed is fed.

Joe Aimonetti
8th Avenue Sidewalk Symphony
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8TH AVENUE SIDEWALK SYMPHONY

Pitter patter, sometimes running,

Sometimes walking —

Pitter patter as the people pass

One after another, traversing to their towers,

Or their favorite bagel shop,

Or somewhere they’ve never been,

Sometimes determined,

Sometimes anxious,

Sometimes filled with joy —

Always anonymously pitter pattering,

Harmonizing with the musical landscape

That is the New York City sidewalk, a place

Where people pitter patter all day —

Listening to the sound lets you in on the secret.

Joe Aimonetti