Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

Old Lady Beauty Shop Dance

Two toddler toys without pieces and a gumball machine.
Not kid friendly in this beauty shop at all.
I look swiftly around. Most of the patrons are older than I am.
And I am old.

I am always amazed when I see children in here.
They bring their own toys, and they are loud.
Hand-held machines with incessant loud bings and pings.
I glance around quickly, no kids today.

I am used to silence.
I relish in it. It embraces and loves me.
I adore it. I am starting to like it here. 
Rock and roll music comes on. Well, that’s okay. I can stand that.

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Ilene Bauer July 30, 2019 at 4:10 PM another gem, caren! love the ending... Caren Krutsinger July 31, 2019 at 4:25 AM You understand fully, right? I was born in 1952. Rock'n-roll was all about us!

Panagiota Romios July 30, 2019 at 11:02 AM Caren, a unique poem! I liked your response to Victor. " Waiting for them to bucher my hair!" In my entire life, I had only two who did not butcher my hair." Once I found them, I never went elsewhere...one was the beautician for Olympians. He was from France, doing his work in SF. Perfect cut, every time! Panagiota Caren Krutsinger July 31, 2019 at 4:25 AM I went to see my mother yesterday and I look like a skinned rat. She did not mind.