Where we reminisce, we exist

Tom came here long ago
Tom was here long ago
A steering wheel from a classic car
Hangs above a cabinet from across the bar
Worn leather seats of a red design
Painted floorboards with a worn out look
A pantry, a throw back from a time
Where food would be taken from to cook
Now full of junk and an electric meter
Where it once housed meat cured in saltpeter
More than just a cubby hole space
Where silverfish exist but leave no trace.