Todd Cirillo


Spaghetti and Meatballs in America


I ate lunch at an Italian restaurant today
where the cooks were Black,
the busboys Mexican,
waitresses were blonde, afro’d or dreadlocked; 
White, Creole and unknown,
New Orleans jazz played 
and the whole place
was run by an Asian family.

The tables were packed
with police, professionals,
firefighters, millennials,
military soldiers,
Cajuns, slackers,
lovers, fishermen,
families, 
and one poet.

The food was fantastic.

If 38% of this country
does not believe 
that this makes America great

then they deserve to go hungry. 

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1 comment:

  1. BOLD MONKEY REVIEWOctober 7, 2020 at 12:26 AM

    Terrific poem Todd! American exceptionalism was always about inclusiveness and caring about the rest of the world.

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