3/25/11

Barbers

worn broom sits in the corner
the dead hair it's seen
blue water of unknown
supposed to be cleaner
talk is mindless and endless
as cracked seats spin
reflections everywhere
and razors
cutting eyes
look at every angle
checkerboard floor
of black and white
seventy years old
aged men arrive
calling everyone by name
and just bitchin'
loud and long
'bout weather
taxes and baggy pants
toothpicks always hanging
sighs and hums
two fingers
and powdered necks
windows for walls
newspapers
no credit cards
layered cuts extra
came in the through the back
doors locked and belled
half eaten tuna fish
orange soda pop
number 8 on top
7 round the sides and back
don't block it off
eyebrows need a trim too
damn congress
spending
lying
girls ok?
thrift store
just had a big truck leave
maybe some used records
elo
and
echos
drum container
perfect for cords