What Barber Shops Should Be

Brian's Barber Shop

Brian needs your head to get ahead

There is a good barber,
In Safety Harbor,
Next to the US Post

Out the big window
The town will go by,
Strollers along you will see

Many walk with no care,
Many going somewhere,
Not in slow shuffle you know.

The view is all free,
Not costing a fee,
Faces you may recognize.

It could be the baker,
Or candle stick maker,
Running to do some chores.

All wave a hello to Brian,
He lifts up his hand,
Two digits hold the comb.

With just three free,
He waves so they see,
Fingers wiggle his response.

There's a guy over there,
He waits in his chair,
He talks to all around him.

New Yorker I think,
Some say they stink,
Don't believe all that you hear.

 A lot must he say,
And looks for Brian's ok,
No need to cause a ruckus.

Brian now adds to the brew,
That then is the his clue.
For the N.Y.s talk to continue,

Brian's scissors keep clippin,
Hair continues a flippin,
Down the cape then to the floor.

The cut is now done,
Brian then paid his sum,
Next, is the call of the barber.

The chair is then filled,
Other waiters are thrilled,
N.Y. guy is now nearer the door.

Boy he can certainly talk,
Someone put back the cork.
He got the conversation going.

Barber shops are made for this,
To discuss those things going amiss,
A place that you can talk and say.

About everything not going yur' way.