Twilight Time It's twilight time and....... I hear the rush of tired traffic, Imagine cell phones crowding the air "Do you want McDonald's or Taco Bell?" "What do you mean Daddy's not coming home?" "Gotta go - here comes the service road!" And the smell of onions frying, A jogger in shorts though it's about 33, Her little Yorky trying valiantly to keep up, They both pant. There's the cream colored hole In the deep gray clouds, a pink streak Over the lake - 2 early sailboats in silhouette, Lovers in a Deep Ellum bar speaking "office." Macho men in baseball caps plopping In a picked tapestry chair With the first beer of the night, And TV. Smooth-handed boys and girls fondling laptops In quiet cubicles and behind locked doors, Catching up, while sweepers run, phones silence, And windows twinkle. Mama puts on a machine load, Opens the burgers, quiets the young ones, Maybe tomorrow she'll do mac and cheese, Just not this weary night - there's homework. And the moon hangs low At Twilight Time.