Hairy

I've heard it said by a former
visitor to such establishments
that going to the hairdresser
can be a bit of a trauma.

Indeed, if she had to enter
a salon (they often appear
swish and snooty shiny)
I can see it could dent her

self-confidence. I do recall
that as a teenager
I used to hate visiting the barber.
I had to sit with all

the 'old men' (no appointment
system in those days) and endure
their conversation. I'd lurch
from anger to embarrassment.

In any case I wanted my hair long
like Mick and Keith and John
Paul George and Ringo. Though
even long it still looked wrong.

I tried various ways to fix
and flatten it. It was wavy, wiry,
bushy, curly. But overnight my look
turned cool. Along came Jimi Hendrix.