In The Book
First tuesday of the month as always.
The barber sweeps the floor around the window chair, twice.
It is 9.55 am.
Diarmuid hangs his coat on the first hook
and sits in the chair.
He writes the time in his book.
The barber doesn't need to ask what he wants,
it's always the same
When it's finished he gives the barber the correct money.
The barber looks at him.
Diarmuid doesn't return his look.
"Sorry Diarmie...prices are going up
It'll be another forty cents next time."
Diarmuid writes it in his book.