Mr. Isaacs (Rough Edit/First Draft)

Mr. Isaacs

From too young to remember
Whispers nostalgia
Remnants of traces of moments ingrained
Nurtured in nature
Visceral core upholstered with fresh cuts and deep conversation
Brooklyn streets meets uncommon wisdom
From uncommon man
Threaded cords of verbal tapestry sing eternal

How idyllic the setting
Brooklyn mainstay, prospect heights icon
Throne set up on Vanderbilt
Name for ages
Graced with class for eons to come
Play the musica, bailar, bailar
Panama, Army, New York
did I ever inquire more
certainly the conversation
was respectful but raw
emotions ranging from politics, baseball, other sports and more
the neighborhood changed but some things were constant
Steve
The Usual/George’s
Tom’s
El Gran Castillo
King’s Pharmacy
Castillo moved, then Steve touched new plane, now Gus is gone too

little red booster seat
sit still young man
how’s your day
how’s life
tell me your truths

flat top with lines marking adolescence
sit still young man
how’s your day
how’s life
tell me your truths

Evens with a line 20 years on
sit still young man
how’s your day
how’s life
tell me your truths

give me a fade like yesteryear plus a shave, straight blade
wake up young man
you go straight home and get some sleep when we’re done
how’s your day
how’s life
welcome to the conversation, do you feel old yet? You’re too young for that

No, I’m not balding, it’s stress
it’s genetics, i cut your father’s head you know it’s okay, you can say it’s wisdom
you go straight home and get some sleep when we’re done
when you’re married you can’t keep doing this so best get it out your system while you’re young; you still have time
How’s your day
how’s your life
enjoy what you have and be happy in it but I hope for you a wife but be careful and don’t jump for jumping sake

okay I’m balding shave it all off this is what i get for reaching the other side of thirty-something
oh the vanity of youth, how many men wish they had what you wear on your head
you go straight home and get some sleep when we’re done
you’re married what’s you’re excuse now
and let your wife gather some rest too, no need to race, you’re both still young
how’s your day
how’s our life
i’m happy for you and your wife

Gate closed
no cuts no shaves
how selfish of me i miss you though i am happy in that i do recall asking you
how’s your day
how’s your life and showing you that picture of my wife
it was our life a moment shared non-regulary
barbershop visit
Steve
Mr. Isaacs
you are sorely missed

Copyright © 2014 Willie T. Huggins Jr. a.k.a. EnDepth

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