Verse about commuting in Northern New Jersey.
Voices On the Bus, Train, Subway, Sidewalk and In My Head
By Anthony Buccino
Commuting daily on the bus, train, subway or PATH, one
settles into a routine of familiar seating and faces. You can stare out the
window listening to your own music, or read a book, or write poems about the
experience. This is the latter.
Working class verse and tales, musings and random
observations about commuting in Northern New Jersey.
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Egrets and Regrets
At recent poetry readings in northern Jersey, I've been
delightedly surprised when a poet reads a work and it has to do with commuting.
No. Really.
Poets and scribes jot down notes about egrets in the meadows
as their train thunders by and about regrets in their heart as the rhythm of
the rails leads them to remembering.
Recently, at the Les Malamut Gallery at the Union Public
Library, Leona M. Seufert selected pieces to read from her chapbook From Here
To There And Back Again - A Commuter's Journey.
She reminded me of things I've thought and seen as my PATH
car rolls east or west.
If you've crossed the Meadowlands in day time, then you've
seen what's left of the great glacier. I've written a poem about Fraternity
Rock as viewed from the PATH. So, I shouldn't be too surprised to learn that
others have written about egrets and regrets.
So, what you have here is the start of my effort to capture
the difference from day to day of everyday commuting. In prose poetry, of
course.
You may see some new stuff, and some old stuff. But if you
commute to work via public transportation, you should see a lot of the familiar
you've overlooked.
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