Shave and a haircut, two-bits,
but no charge when Dad’s
kitchen “barbershop” opened for business.
A kitchen chair and a bath towel,
a straight razor and the barber shears.
Always remembering, that
your “look” was in the hands
of your disciplinarian.
Four in line, seated from
the youngest to the oldest.
No squirming in the chair.
You had to live with his
mistakes the until next time.
There was always a next time.
Walt
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