GARBAGE CAN GROOVES

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