CHECKING OUT MY BLINDSPOT THROUGH A SIDE VIEW MIRROR

Maybe I’m not the Mr. Nice guy
I thought I was. When I organized,
and was the leader of a 12-man swing band,
I never had the talent of my instrumentalists,
but, I paid myself double at every gig I planned.
Father always warned—“Your name means: HONEST,
something you must live up to.” I should confess—
I bent the truth on more than a few occasions
that are indelibly imprinted in the annals
of my side view mirror.