TRASH CAN BLUES

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