The Barber Shop Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

The Barber Shop



At the barber shop I watched
As the scissors snipped and groomed
The ego and the plume
Of the one sitting there
In the jacked up-chair.

A facial, mustache waxing
As well as a shampooing
Of the tresses
No, this not your usual misses,
It's one of those who has too much time to spend
And considers the barber, his special friend.

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