Musecrafter Writing Work Prompt

Finally I'm getting around to my own challenge! A poem dedicated to my favorite TV program. The genius of Deadwood is in the strength of its characters and presentation. I can do this poem and even if you've never seen the program, it stands out as a story in itself.

Deadwood

Grit grinding against teeth
like sawblades
as tumbleweeds
toss aimlessly around the edges
of a town obscured
by windblown aspirations
and ladies' skirts gather sinful dust
from filthy "main street"
as they rush far, far away
from skinny harlots smoking cigarettes
in front of the Gem saloon.
Wisps of smoke
drift up
to smother anxious faces
peering in booze-tinted windows
at the gathered
"dignitaries"
embryonic politicians
eating canned peaches
with cinnamon
while they plot.
Al pushes his point
with the cold barrel of a gun
while the tall strutting Sheriff
with grim face
declines
in kind.
The newspaper editor
in a gaudy vest
takes notes
while the barkeep
fetches more @#%# canned peaches
and one little man
thinks he's the mayor.