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.