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 jangle like a broken ensemble. 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 warning to sort out our lives - or maybe it'