Ernie's

I got a cab down to Ernie's, and the driver was quite a decent guy. So I wondered if he'd know where the ducks go in the winter. I asked and he looked at me like I was a mad man, he seemed to be pretty sore about it. He was a pretty touchy guy. He dropped me at Ernie's and drove off like a bat out of hell.
As I walked in Ernie was playing some big fancy piece, with a mirror in front of him so you could see his head as he played. Not his fingers, his head! Then once he'd finished, he stood up and took this really humble bow like he was a really humble guy and all. What a phoney!
Anyways Ernie's was packed so when I did eventually find a tabe, I was surrounded by jerks! At least I could get served here, at Ernies you could get served no matter how old you are.
Just as I began ot relax, I ran into old Lily Simmons - a friend of D.B's. Boy, I can't stand her! What's worse is you could tell the only reason she was being all nice with me was so I'd tell D.b how swell she is. Goddam fake.