Small Talk and Strange Conversation

(this is bunch of word barf that I came up with but i wanted to post something:) 



We make small talk and strange conversation 
in the glow of the subway station. 

Another man quietly chats with his wife,
except she's dead. 
And he's lying on the grimy subway floor. 

Smoke twists in long, lazy lines from the man in the black coat. 
Except he dissapeared. 
Just a hazy trail ambling toward the exit. 

And then there's the regular Bonnie and Clyde, making their great escape.
Except it's just me. 
Bonnie. 
Clyde should hear the sirens soon. 
Back in our hotel room.