Got my haircut today. Even got a Senior Discount.
Go to “Brothers”. A black-owned and -operated barbershop.
Where Danny and Ishmael do the cutting.
Even trim my eyebrows.
We listen to R&B and I ask stupid questions
like “What’s going on with your young folks’ names?
Have some clue about, I don’t know, heritage perhaps.
But what’s wrong with Mary or Betty or Sue?”
They just chuckled
like I was an old white knucklehead.
Never thought to ask them
about the Confederate flag.
Just so damn happy
there’s still hair to cut.