TRASH CAN BLUES

Man, these dumpsters are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole rant of rusty mettle. The wind whips around, makin' 'em jangle like a broken band. Makes you wonder what stories they whisper - tales of dinners, maybe even some truths. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of rubbish? Maybe it's a reminder to throw away our cares - or