THE BARBER OF SEPO
Trimmed but not cut too short; the temples shaved,
Neck clipped around, not shaved, an oil shampoo,
You have a world of time before the train
And when it comes it stops ten minutes—then
The depot's just a block away.
Oh yes,
This is my own, my native town. But when
I earn the money to get out, I go.
I've had my share of bad luck—seems to me