Trash heap Joe for some reason makes me think of that old folk song ‘Cotton Eye Joe’.
A small sampling rings true (for me anyhow)
"His eyes wuz crossed, an' his nose wuz flat,
An' his teef wuz out, but wat uv dat?
Fur he wuz tall, an' he wuz slim,
An' so my gal she follered him.
Ef it hadn't ben fur Cotton-eyed Joe,
I'd er been married long ergo.