Liz Phair and Mick Jagger have Lunch

Time dances hard
in shoe shuffle time
holding onto things
that make now not
too many changes
too much to be sick about
and the galley screams
in dissatisfaction
no white shirts needed
no cigarettes smoked
except round my neck
except in my mouth
except in a sun rise
where there is only one son
and never a daughter
but only the light
shot through the breakfast of children who cry