Sun falling fast as a cheetah
  The warmth slowly disappearing
  Moon desperately trying to be seen

Laughs, heard from miles
Peoples' faces full with happiness
The smell of popped popcorn, tingles your nose

Walking, stomach grumbling.
Smells making your taste buds jump.
Licking your lips, waiting impatiently.

Line longer than the hobbit
Bladder full as New York
Stomach emptier than a ghost town

Moon in the sky brighter than ever
Bladder no longer full
Stomach no longer Empty 

The Streets are silent
The smell is plain
  The night is gone