It's Twilight Time In the City
Twilight Time in the City
Hear the hum of the Honda and Hundai,
It’s twilight time in the city.
Yellow boxes empty streams of ants
Into the twilight of the city.
Day care Dads and maudlin Moms
Kiss scrappy little lads and lasses;
Asking their moppets “How were your classes?”
It’s twilight time in the city.
When skyscrapers twinkle their first night lights,
An orange juice sun pours into purple night,
Smells of smoke from outdoor grills
Promising mouth-watering fare to fill.
McDonald’s lines are long for McDinners,
While some are on decks with flutes of wine,
Drones of commuter planes overhead, a sign.
It’s twilight time in the city.
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