Sketch Book Poem

I've got

Dead Shrimp Blues
on the mind.
Draggin' my heels in.
Wish I was livin'
like an Old West Bounty
Hunter.
'What do you mean?
You ordered this.'
I only know I am better
where you are.
For all anyone knows
I am just a sheep.
I'm black in the guts...
Hot ground beans for
the record. Green flannel to boot.
The Western Dream.