A Big City Meltdown

'You are making me jealous', he said
this evening was so warm, clean
and yet clinically cold and mean
I would ask you...well 'if you..'

'Who was that we you?...'
Questions asked nothing new
'The other day, he was talking to you'
Isn't that interesting, all out of turn
New questions, to churn
And into the distance it all faded again
Nothing of all that to remain....