Proper Mirrors

What does it mean to be a rolling stone?
Plenty of moss on a moving rock, just myth.
Mick's lips are jutting out of a speaker
made in china for americans
two americans

Nine years in pajamas,
because he doesn't like
the feel of denim
newly bold to swing
in time with a father's father
his casted arm in a frenzy
twisting his hips
shaking an imaginary mop of hair.

Sixty one years in a starched shirt
extra starch if you please
because he doesn't like
the feel of comfort
singing loudly out of key
with joy to see a son's son
twisting his hips
shaking a remembered pompador.

After the burst of stones
after the wild abandon
when each recedes to his own time
will they remember that feeling?

Rock on you proper gentlemen!
You mirrors of eachother!