TRASH CAN BLUES

Man, these trash cans are singin' the blues today. Every time I walk by, it's a whole chorus of rusty mettle. The wind whips around, makin' 'em jangle like a broken band. Makes you wonder what stories they hold - tales of leftovers, maybe even some lies. Ain't that somethin', a symphony of junk? Maybe it's a lesson to throw away our cares - or mayb