Creature tries 

On a windy day

To see his reflection in a shop window

Too

Much glare

 In his broken eyes

Too much sun

 Too many shadows 

  On a dry "Texas street"

     Waiting for a cowpunch

Waiting to play pool

And sneezing 

Hay fever

Hoof in mouth

There's nobody here that knows him

He's a creature from the swamps

  He rode the train to Wichita once

  Hitchhiked back took three days 

   riding in the back of a chicken rig

   Smoking and drinking 

Oh the beautiful days 

With no cares

And no girls

To worry about