Carved

I carved out a line Through the gridlock streets Where lovers embrace And the highclass meet Where the gamers trudge Always looking down All the elders look on With a steady frown Fresh stores opened Old ones closed The city's on the rise Everybody knows Tell that to the ragged Huddled round the alleys Skyscrapers children In concrete valleys In the center of it all Pouring out his heart Is a man on a piano Who knows nothing of art He's been there for hours Days and now weeks He's not going to stop playing Until the summer sleeps When winter strangles this city The streets will be silent The drapes of snow Soothing yet violent I wonder where the player Will go when its over Will he slumber with summer? Or change with winter.