Oil dripped steadily from the jet engine tailpipe
Forming a green-blue puddle upon the pale concrete
Tattooing yet another stain upon its brittle honor
The Boeing 747 sat heavily in the hot sun
Looking for all the world like it knew
Knew that one of its engines was shit
Knew that it had used four gallons of oil on a three hour flight
Knew that it wasn't going much of anywhere for now
Somewhere else in the world
A small team of mechanics was busy
Packing their tools
Gathering up supplies
Forking an engine change kit to the main ramp
Unwrapping a spare engine
Getting ready to leave for a few days in the sun
A welcome respite from the winter blues
Sometimes the gods of aviation give good with the bad
And this was one of those times
Forming a green-blue puddle upon the pale concrete
Tattooing yet another stain upon its brittle honor
The Boeing 747 sat heavily in the hot sun
Looking for all the world like it knew
Knew that one of its engines was shit
Knew that it had used four gallons of oil on a three hour flight
Knew that it wasn't going much of anywhere for now
Somewhere else in the world
A small team of mechanics was busy
Packing their tools
Gathering up supplies
Forking an engine change kit to the main ramp
Unwrapping a spare engine
Getting ready to leave for a few days in the sun
A welcome respite from the winter blues
Sometimes the gods of aviation give good with the bad
And this was one of those times
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