DUMPSTER DO-WOP

Man, these trash cans are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole rant of rusty metal. The wind whips around, makin' 'em rattle like a broken orchestra. Makes you wonder what stories they contain - tales of dinners, maybe even some secrets. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of junk? Maybe it's a warning to throw away our cares -