1. I've been to Round Rock, actually. A few years back I took a trip with my dad and one of his friends out to RR one Easter weekend (I'm thinking it had to have been during 08). See, every year they set up a giant antique market of sorts in the area. I can't say I had a great time (there are very few types of antiques that I have a passable interest in), but it's certainly a nice place to visit. Would have been much better had there not been a sudden abnormally cold spell at the time. I take it you've visited there? (And yes, yay fof fb indeed!)
2. Sort of

The road trip aspect is obviously fiction, but yeah, we've talked about some of the personal details shape this piece before. There's some stuff going on behind the scenes of the Cincinatti poem you would probably recognize too (that one also includes the added bonus of being about an actual trip). But sadly, as far as I can tell, there is no town along the road between Indiana and Texas named after Uruk. Which is just too bad, because that would be really, really cool.
3. Thanks! I'm glad you liked it. My favorite part of reading feedback for stuff like this (and believe me, it's not any vain idea of ego stroking

) is seeing what other people's interpretations are. It enlightens and helps me consider what I've written from another perspective. That said, I agree with you. It is permeated by a sense of melancholy, definately. I might take it a step further though and say that it's also about growing, and sometimes growing pains hurt. They are usually worth the temporary sadness though.