Poems & Thoughts of Rob Taylor

Poem · November 15, 2021

Ode To Greasers

Got a hair trimmer,so full control of my own "hair styling".And I realize that way, way back,one of the first identifiers of me in the worldwas hair, my hair.And that from Rock and Roll -wave in front,combed to the back on the sides.All emphatically put in place by Vaseline -Vaseline every morning;must have made me a greaser.So I've just realized the shaping with my trimmeris deeply guided from way, way backwhen not so many things identified "Rob" in the world.{A Sunday family drive, I feel out the car door.All screaming run to me in the gutter,I say immediately, "I'm all shook up!" Quoting Elvis.}Hair, and so much more, shaping from way back.But not limiting!

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