TRASH CAN BLUES

Man, these dumpsters are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's waste collection a whole lament of rusty iron. The wind whips around, makin' 'em jangle like a broken orchestra. Makes you wonder what stories they contain - tales of leftovers, maybe even some truths. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of trash? Maybe it's a warning to thro