My Barber

My barber on a bicycle looked solved looked so content Henpecked by his wife he used to go to a cockfight every Sunday of the week It was his only vice as far as I could tell He cuts hair He shaves He gives a massage I sit on his chair for a few minutes and watch locks fall from my head The crown I wear before breakfast Someone said I look like a soldier This means war I suppose but my barber just sits & waits with an amused look on his face sometimes wistful sometimes sad sometimes worth a penny or more or a pen so I write him down as a record of his quiet dignity like a boulder that glows in the middle of the night