-heading westward away from water-

quite a journey.

my poke is not heavy

with burdensome uselessness.

let’s see here:  sheathed, open-blade knife,

coffee, salt-pork, a nice rip in day-old, emergency  
pharmaceuticals, beans, tobacco, papers and matches.

three nips of ol' "red eye".

canteen’s full-up.

got me a good horse.
got my eyes peeled.

the journey's faster nowadays.
on the way, it's a quick stop at the Howard Johnson's
off the interstate for two sunny-side,

three links, home fries, buttered rye toast and coffee.

just as easy now to get bushwhacked, though.

got me a fast car.

tank's full-up.

got my eyes peeled.

(watched a late-night cowboy movie on television last night)

(read the newspaper early this morning, too)