These fags'r' lushes and           luscious so.
Looks like Derrick came to the right place.
With potent drink & drag
half in the bag.

And why can't Derrick          dress up & be gay?
Why must he be
                         such a rigid spy?
                         such a frigid private eye?

It's the street he likes, wet with light.
Miles of gridwork stores & modular lots.
In a utopian mall, open all night
he watched old film noir on a hundred screens.

There, sobering to espresso, watching TV
Derrick met his assassin--and he was he.