Frank Guglietta Poet Free verse

Ten Minute Wait

Strolled in 
to my barbers Friday evening
Typical wait 
(10 minutes)
                   No problem,
except two people 
bothering me.
 A mother 
while she coddles her son
with one wavy arm
                    In tight clothes
A ring bigger than Texas...
not a word spoken between them

both on their fancy I phones
Son, 
strolling through Facebook
                     Mother staying busy with games,
starring into it as if it were a big mac 

I watched
                     cursing in my head

Other waiting people
stuck on their cool new entertainment 

Nobody talks
Nobody thinks
10 spare minutes 
scares the *****out of people

Time to get her son’s haircut
He, atleast 10

She walks over and 
instructs the barber
what her son needs 
probably never making
a decision for himself 
                     He'll grow as she

becoming a winner

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Debbie Duncan February 14, 2013 at 3:58 PM I'm glad I came to this one ,,,, I think the same at times,,,,,, thank you for reading The Wind Is Calling,,,, Happy Valentine's Day for you ;}