West Side Story

He's on his feet

His feet are on the go

He anticipates a show

when winter comes home to Erie

The day is burned away

Evening comes as an after-thought

Down below the lake

salt mines are a subtler plot

Ore boats cross the lake

Birds hurry up & down

riding in the wakes

when winter comes home to Erie

Clouds turn to stone

The city looks frail as bone

carved by a chinaman

and left because he died alone

That's Erie