Lansdowne California Time
The shadows break across the walls
Of a dim lit room pushed up against darkened halls.
This blanket-laden bed won't take the shape
Of the sleeping silhouette I used to watch as I lay awake.
And half my life is on California time,
The other half is sitting here in Boston,
Trying to picture her 3 hours behind.
Maybe she's climbing cumulonimbus mountain tops
