‘Mick Jagger has a six-year-old. He’s 80.’

Conversation between two older women overheard on a train

 

Embarrassing, enduring logo. Those lips.

Jumping Jack Flash, no ordinary wrinklie,  

sired another offspring in his seventies,

still manages to shake those hips.

Faux-rebel with a knowing grin.

Only a nineteen-sixties serum

explains so many honky-tonk women.

Rules don’t seem to apply to him.

No stick or frame up on the stage.

Exhausted formula yet no fatigue.

He has a secret that intrigues,  

a ripe if not a rife old age.  

RIP Charlie Watts, Brian Jones.

Here’s another album from the Stones.

 

ILLUSTRATION:  GILLIAN FREEMAN