#Early Morning Rain

In the early morning rain
With a dollar in my hand
With an achin' in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home
And I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain
With no place to go

Out on runway number nine
Big 707 set to go
But I'm stuck here in the grass
Where the cold wind blows
Now, the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
Well, there she goes my friend
Well, she's rollin' down at last

Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wings on high
She's away and westward bound
Far above the cloud, she'll fly
Where the mornin' rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flyin' o'er my home
In about three hours time

This old airport's got me down
It's no earthly good to me
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
As cold and drunk as I can be
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train

So, I'd best be on the way
In the early morning rain
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So, I'd best be on the way
In the early morning rain

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那些日子就是等飛機，要不然就是在飛機上。一年可以飛行一兩佰次，跟老機師似的。

經常的行程是從桃園到香港，也許是羅湖口岸進入深圳，兩天後到泉州，之後到濟南，一天後到青島，然後到北京幾日，轉到上海兩日，最後回到台北。

沒有 FB, 沒有 Line, 幸好還有微信與微博。於是雖然會失去大部分聯繫，也會少了一些不必要的掛念與人事糾纏。也許拖了很久的那篇短篇推理小說，可以沿路迤邐完成。

據說畢卡索需要靠不斷的愛情觸發藝術靈感，他發現他文字的靈感來自於移動，空間移動的人物風景變化往往會給自己帶來刺激，引導無聊的他進入另一個維度飛翔。

歌亦如是。

一首歌可以在不同的年紀聽了幾十年，跟初戀的情人如晨間細雨般纏綿一樣。上個世紀的老歌循環播放，像是一杯又一杯的好酒，千杯猶能不醉，或許可以說是這個年紀才懂得微醺般的淡淡幸福。