Hubbub hung from a hook

I remember  
 
the barbershop  
                           red  
                                  white  
                                          blue pole  
                           spinning  
 
off East Inskip drive  
beige brick  
a silver bell rings  
when the door pushes open  
brown linoleum  
 
sapphire barbicide  
a back storage room  
ajar  
they may play poker in  
on Saturday nights  
 
just up from the bakery  
i'd get a #2  
cut all over  
same as my brothers  
 
shoe polish scent  
old spice cologne  
football fanatics  
and a faint radio  
sports talk  
clamouring in the background  
 
tissue paper  
newspaper funnies  
wrapped around my neck  
black catch cloth  
draped  
 
they had a glass bottle  
Coca-cola machine  
spring door with a handle  
i can still hear the clanking  
 
glass on glass  
pulling a bottle out  
popping that cap off  
burns so sweet  
 
i'd get one every time  
 
we'd walk next door with mom  
to Inskip grill  
 
i'd order a grilled cheese  
golden crinkle cut fries  
and dip'em  
in ketchup  
in a small side room off to the right  
 
a sign above our regular table read  
 
"no mad cow disease here  
all of our cows were happy when we shot them."  
 
i put that memory  
in a rubber coated wire basket today  
it cost $4.99