TRASH CAN BLUES

Man, these dumpsters are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole chorus of rusty iron. The wind whips around, makin' 'em clatter like a broken band. Makes you wonder what stories they contain - tales of parties, maybe even some lies. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of junk? Maybe it's a lesson to sort out our lives - or maybe i