Crowded Rooftops

Keep it to yourself and keep looking around Do you need to be there? Can you see the light under the neon? Can you read the lips of the gaudy? Change is sitting there somewhere With a glass, weary-eyed Wondering what has become of it. With every segue, the faces waltz around, The lightness of being is perforated Like an unnoticed sidereal sky, Crowded rooftops all around the neighborhood Engage in meaningless banter Whining about the unwanted weight Of people stomping in, strolling out With a newfound darkness in their minds, Not that of the night. But amongst the intervening glances And the random remembrances Memories are woven, Like a disheveled tapestry in the making Soon to be hung on walls Built to make way for More crowded rooftops.