Derrick was academic. The world as idea.
Engineers somewhere made these trolleys go.
Derrick rode them gaily, enjoying the breeze
& dreamt of a higher design.

Derrick loved a city. Poor Derrick.
Unrequited & running out of money.
Somewhere in a utopian dazzle money was dispensed without end
And Derrick sought, without end, the gorgeous lights.

But let it go. Cash will come.
Derrick took a taxi & dabbled with a boy.
Lights were bright at the Grand Hotel
Where cameramen jockeyed for a view.

Derrick was polished from head to foot.
He stepped out famous & perfectly moot.

Derrick's Trip - Moot