GARBAGE CAN GROOVES

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