Places

There are those places we go
Present yet able to coexist
Outside ourselves for moments
The hum of the tires on the road
Engine rhythmic like a metronome
Music letting memories flood
Into your wandering mind
As you drive for hours on end
Leaving that destination that
You didn't want to say goodbye to
Or that dimly lit bar that sits
Lonely on a street of empty lots
Patrons furtive glances avoiding
Unnecessary eye contact yet
Knowing each and their story
Over straight whiskey and failure
Smells of stale beer redolent
We can drive and be numb
Drink and feel nothing again
Or we can feel even though
It's heartache and pain mixed
With the faint stirrings of something
Unexplained