FAWM 2022 #13: José and Frank

I finished writing this one, but ran out of recording time (traveling to visit family for the last couple of days of FAWM).

Lyrics

José and Frank, they know all our secrets:
Every Friday morning they haul bits of them away.
We hope for absolution, but even more discretion
From those garbage-man confessors known as Frank and José.

A pandemic load ... of shipping boxes,
Along with two, maybe three empty cases of beer;
Past due notices ... by the dozen,
Unread news enough to stretch from there...to...here.

José and Frank, they know all our secrets:
Every Friday morning they haul bits of them away.
We hope for absolution, but even more discretion
From those garbage-man confessors known as Frank and José.

A plastic strip ... with a blue stripe,
Empty bottle of whiskey and gin;
Cut up shards ... of credit cards,
This neighborhood's in trouble, where should we begin?

José and Frank, they know all our secrets:
Every Friday morning they haul bits of them away.
We hope for absolution, but even more discretion
From those garbage-man confessors known as Frank and José.

We hope for absolution, but even more discretion
From those garbage-man confessors known as Frank and José.

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