Hotel entrance

The driver was sort of a wise guy, he told me he couldn’t turn around because it was a one way street. I asked him where the ducks go from the lagoon right near central park south. I realised it was a chance in a million. He turned and looked at me like a madman. And said ‘what’re ya tryna do, bud? Kid me’. he didn’t say anything after that so neither did I. I asked him to take me to the Elmont then I asked him if he would like to join me for a cocktail. But he just replied ‘can’t do it, Mac. Sorry’. He certainly was good company. Terrific personality. We got to the Elmont Hotel and I checked in. I’d put my red hunting hat on in the cab but I’d taken it off before I checked in. which I really ironic. I didn’t know then that the hotel was full of perverts and morons. Screwballs all over the place. They gave my this crumby room, with nothing to look out of the window at except the other side of the hotel. I was to depressed to care whether I had a good view or not.