I was not expecting this... I wasn't sure where you were going with the woman and her cleaning her car. It was such an ordinary image for the reader to observe. I liked the repetition of "still she scrubs" and it gives such an ominous tone at the end, like this woman is not at peace with herself or has not found purpose yet. The metaphor was powerful and had such depth, impacting the reader with this sense that this is the woman's lifestyle... the alcohol may serve the purpose of forgetting or blurring reality.

Keep writing, like dust in the wind, you don't even know man (don't even know man) ;D

And see? This didn't even rhyme, so all the times you tell me a poem has to rhyme, and you didn't even do so.