Southern nights--hot and heavy
as black molasses, prickly
with tension and suppressed desire.
In the small town of Hallet,
a lone police cruiser prowls,
tail-lights gleaming like demon-fire.
Along country roads and dark streets,
lit only by a lambent moon,
Deputy Henderson patrols.
Feeding his private fantasies,
in the sticky bayou heat,
his lust knows no controls.
For years he has abused his power,
catered to his carnal needs,
not caring what is right.
And in this Southern town there is
no Virgil Tibbs, no Sidney Poitier,
in the heat of the night.