DUMPSTER DO-WOP

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