my retro haircut watched by a half-draped beauty from another century — her weary smile
my usual haircut barber’s clippers buzz at my neck reminds me how you... i stifle my pleasure
my standard haircut for a few dollars johnny pushes my hair about as we chat — you don’t do that anymore
Image: Two of the first female men’s barbers in Sydney, Miss Dolly House and her sister, c.1927 photographed by Sam Hood c/- State Library of NSW on Flickr. Yes, it’s time for my ‘short on the sides and leave a bit of length on top’ once more, so I was musing on haircuts, an oddly intimate necessity. After Jeanne Lupton, Eucalypt, 32, 2022.
And for music today, here’s some bluesy jazz from 1960 Chicago: the John Wright Trio with South Side Soul (Youtube) (maybe start with La Salle St After Dark (Youtube)
Peter Frankis writes 
Bella! I like your way of describing haircuts and like how you’ve explored its strands with other intimacies.
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the barber’s chair is a mysterious place…like the human heart. 🙂
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I like the music also. John “hot dogs” but in a very pleasant way.
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