DUMPSTER DO-WOP

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