DUMPSTER DO-WOP

Man, these trash cans are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole lament of rusty iron. The wind whips around, makin' 'em clatter like a broken ensemble. Makes you wonder what stories they contain - tales of dinners, maybe even some secrets. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of rubbish? Maybe it's a reminder to sort out our lives