On Forty-first Street <br />near Eighth Avenue <br />a frame house wobbles. <br /> <br />If houses went on crutches <br />this house would be <br />one of the cripples. <br /> <br />A sign on the house: <br />Church of the Living God <br />And Rescue Home for Orphan Children. <br /> <br />From a Greek coffee house <br />Across the street <br />A cabalistic jargon <br />Jabbers back. <br />And men at tables <br />Spill Peloponnesian syllables <br />And speak of shovels for street work. <br />And the new embankments of the Erie Railroad <br />At Painted Post, Horse's Head, Salamanca.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/neighbors-2/
