I sit on the bridge, legs
Dangling over the edge
Lit cigarette in my
Mouth. The dark, freezing water
Rushes by swiftly
The blistering heat pounds my
Neck and shoulders

Nicotine, heat, rushing water
Cool breeze on my face
Blue tobacco smoke drifting
Off in the lazy afternoon
All calms my troubled mind
If I jump will I be
Just another stick floating down the river?