<p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> 想哭一場</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;"> 文/犟玉</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">方向盤握得滾燙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">儀表盤映著悠悠綠光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">在這城市繞了幾十年</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">腦子里岔路勝過導航</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">早高峰搶不過平臺的單</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">網(wǎng)約車涌滿了街巷</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">空車拐過三個路口</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">攔車的乘客又望向后方</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">最新信息是女兒要交學費</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">老家父母的藥還沒買上</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">掐滅還剩半截的煙</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">今晚還得多拉幾趟</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">茫茫夜色是一道墻</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">家是心里永遠的港</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我把泡面掰成兩半</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">一半留給子時的月亮</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">車載老歌滋啦地響</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">前窗流過街的空蕩</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">好不容易拉上個醉漢</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">吐了一車還說最懂這行</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">我真想大哭一場</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">但我卻沒時間憂傷</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">因為身后的窗口</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">有等我熄滅的燈光</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:20px;">［End］</span></p>