I wondered if you would be coming back.

I listened, absorbed into her situation, isolating myself from anything else surrounding me.  Normally I’d have an internal fit at the audacity of a woman hijacking my time and space.  The appeal of her energy flow was the generous spirit, despite her speaking of herself.  She had an immediate issue, and the anonymity of my being a stranger made an easier release.  She asked about me. I answered briefly and urged her to continue.

I could have stood there and listened forever how long.  She told me that her daughter said that she needed to do something about her tits.  I disagreed.  Her figure was appealing, and that was inspiring because she was older than me.  She smelled delightful and her teeth were good.  To write of it now stirs me beyond lust.  I imagined following her around — listening more.

She touched my arm here and there.  If she had kissed me, as strange as that might be, I would have suggested that we exchange phone numbers.

When she left, I couldn’t focus.

I wondered if you would be coming back to tell me more about Israel and your daughter in the Israeli army.

 

I like it.

Coke or Pepsi?

Coke.

Charmin or Scott?

Scott.

Beatles or Stones?

Beatles.

But…

Mick Jagger is intriguing, especially that mystique and sexual ambiguity that he had in the sixties and seventies…  But I was never a big fan of the music that he made with the Rolling Stones.  I loved the pretty pictures of him with those big lips, however. Satisfaction fascinated me as a child, the opening with that wicked twang, and there was a dark wildness to it. And later I liked “Little T&A,” especially the tits and ass    part – I couldn’t get over that they played that on the radio.

Mick Jagger no matter what I or anyone else thinks has influenced legions.  And his influence showed when he performed with the Foo Fighters on SNL last Saturday. They performed It’s Only Rock ‘n Roll.  You could see that the Foo Fighters were entranced.  David Grohl was all sweaty and thrashing.  Mick Jagger danced on stage with rhythmic fluidity, but completely out of bounds.  His voice reached down and touched you in your gut and commanded you.  It’s a cliché, but he was a wolf.  My eyes were wide open, watching.  I screamed the lyrics with them because I had to.  (I imagine the show of jumping up and down and screaming I would have put on if I were there.)  Their performance had the power of a southern Baptist revival. Mick Jagger as old as he is had the sexual energy of an ancient oracle, the kind of energy that isn’t common and I could feel it through the television.