Phildelphia--A poem I wrote a couple of years ago

Great things happen
In ordinary places
In buildings made of
Brick and wood
where buses transport
people
from place to place

Great things happen
In places where it rains
Where drunk people
stumble from the bar
at 2AM
screaming
they are safe to drive
and waking up the neighborhood

Great things happen
In ordinary places
Just like weeds
crawl through concrete
on a Saturday afternoon

Great things happen
on every corner
$5 Psychics open 24-7
while the oldest churches
in a nation
lie empty
save a few curious tourists

Great things happen
In ordinary places
A city of brotherly love
where no one
smiles and says hello
save the baby pigeons
from behind a bush
in a rose garden

Great things happen
in ordinary places
But it is not seen
by ordinary eyes