Moves Like Jagger
Sauntering down to the Chelsea drugstore,
How you were preening in the mirrored door.
I caught you pulled up to the curb outside,
And I slowed down my steps to match your stride,
Invisible thus, I traversed the bend.
There in your car, the spouse of a close friend.
Inside, you fingered a box from its shelf,
Ego propped with a magnum, pack of twelve.
Straight into your coat with your prescription,
You let slip that smirk of satisfaction,
Then a start when you finally saw me.
Savoir faire scattered like clouds in coffee.
So? You think I’ll be nothing without you?
You probably think this sonnet’s about you.