No doubt the barber is asked
to trim the length of traffic jams,
lift tires curls off hard shoulders.
Just imagine his Gregg’s and Costa banter,
dandruff making him crave pastry flakes.
There is a minibus waiting in the rain
carrying seats barely capable
of holding the knees of a 6 foot 4 hiker
or the brain of a broken over-thinker.
What can I do for you? the barber might ask.
Anything nice planned this afternoon?
© Carl Burkitt 2022