this morning #802.

this morning, though it was an hour earlier than usual, i decided it was okay to turn over the barber shop’s OPEN sign. the sun was shining. i was feeling fine. a couple sparrows hopped about on the sidewalk. twas just another summer in the city. i went inside & put on some art blakey, an album my father used to play back in the day when he ran the shop. swept up the linoleum one last time & poured myself a tall glass of sweet tea. the chair was free until 10:15, so unless there was a walk-in or one of my regulars stopped by early, i’d have the place to myself for a little while. things remained peaceful for another three songs. then an angel appeared at my door.