blue twilight

this blue twilight din

comes in waves

when acting as a

compliment to the

streetlights

it caresses

moving in step

across all downtowns

it is not the wind;

for the wind is fickle

this blue twilight din

contrasts rush hour lullabyes

coaxing us to

nod our heads

to rhythms or

the tune of sleep

it makes pillows of damp street corners

and palaces out of underpasses

from within its thrall

all houses seem wanting

this is the romance

in empty stomachs

this is the siren's song

of railroads, boxcars and harmonicas

this is where we all go

when the grace of god has been lifted

and gravity takes hold at the crossroads

dragging us inexorably south

for the winter

this blue twilight din

is ringing in my bones

calling me outside

to wander