Beauty Shop Poems - Poems about Beauty Shop

gumball machine is huge at beauty shop A trick to entice kids inside Letting them think it will be fun I know better I have been here two hours And they have not started on me yet...

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we trim their hair, necks, noses, and mustaches too They come on Saturday morning, when the mail is due we hear their stories, they gossip about their farms and such we like our regulars, and we hear so much! only one gives us a tip we try to get him...

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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...

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Women at the beauty parlor wear tin foil on their heads. It makes them look like aliens from the TV shows of the 50’s In a contest for space woman of the day They wear fleece pajama pants too, And their faces are pierced. None care what they look like. Few can keep a confidence either. Nothing is sacred or secret. Every confidence...

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Everybody and their cousin wants their haircut today. The sign is in the window as usual – stylist needed. Great opportunity. Apply within. It should say ten stylists needed. Many empty stations. Not sure what is happening here. The usual cutters are not around anymore. The young ones are beeping and blinking on cell phones. Ignoring the old lady customers who are trying...

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What if the strange woman walks in here and slaps me? I am sitting in the beauty shop, being crazy. We have never met. She is walking in now, directly in front of me. Less than eight feet away. What if she reaches down and bam! Slaps me across the nose, Tweaks my throbbing nose, cuts my throat? She is closer now, walking right...

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There is something I notice about women That has me quite amuse And the more I think about it I am becoming more and more confuse While walking down the street yesterday In front a beauty saloon I stop And when I take a look inside the window I could have swore it was auto body shop They were completely repairing a woman From...

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He observed the no smoking sign as he puffed his Newport on the subway platform on his way downtown to the bank still buzzin' from the cheap wine and malt liquor he drank, as a homless man cleared up his sinuses, reminding him to do laundry later, after he stopped by the ghetto-assed not so...

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