Our Man in Vienna

A Poem from a New Book by David B. Axelrod

WHY I CUT MY BARBER

 I’ve been going to a father
and son shop where, lately,
the eighty-six year old dad
doesn’t see too well, so I sit
down for his errant son whom£
dad once told me, “shows up
late but does know how
to cut good.” As Sonny starts,
he asks, “What do you think
of the Deep State trying to
destroy America? They stole
an election.” Dummy that
I am, I tell a man holding
a sharp object next to me,
“OMG, are you still stuck
on that?  Get over it.” He
quickly concludes the haircut—
barely having done a thing.

Poems © Copyright 2021 David B. Axelrod