TRASH CAN BLUES

Man, these bins are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole lament of rusty mettle. The wind whips around, makin' 'em jangle like a broken orchestra. Makes you wonder what stories they hold - tales of dinners, maybe even some lies. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of rubbish? Maybe it's a warning to sort out our lives - or maybe