My Dad took me to
There was one man working-

He may have been the owner. 

My dad and some other “friends” came in

The barber asked me- no told me to wait for him. 

He disappeared… 

I understand now there was a backroom

He, my dad and the others. 

40 mins…

Traveling with my dad I learned quickly to carry a book 

I mean mom wouldn’t let me take my game-boy 

They entered the public space more excited than they all had left 


Before walking in my dad seemed as phlegmatic as death

Red eyes 

Nostrils covered with ash

Dad took me home 

My Mom asked where had we been 

I said the barbershop 

She said: “Your hair isn’t cut…”

I now realize wherever there was a party, there dad was.