DUMPSTER DO-WOP

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