Those swamps of Philadelphia
they pose no threat to the righteous
nowhere lurks a Jersey Devil
or a big footed neanderthal
they simply fill in space;
provide a natural buffer
between the life of the city
and bustle of an airport
one simply passes along via train
or swift moving vehicle
just wondering the depths of water
and what lurks beneath
Little does it matter
heading to airport or back
You’re just passing through
Destination somewhere anywhere else