As Cool As I Am

My iPod crapped out on me this morning just a few steps past Starbucks. I realized just how valuable my headphones are when I was immediately assaulted by The Voice.

I ran into my neighbor on the 79th Street subway platform. She said, “I think I’m going to interview The Shout Out Louds for a new indie magazine my friend is running.”

I followed, “I’ve got a great indie singer/songwriter for you.”

“Adam Green?” she retorted, grinning. She knew I meant me.

“You could be the hipster singer/songwriter if you really wanted to,” she said. “You just can’t talk about love so much. It’s not cool.”

“That’s why I’m finally actually singing about it, because it’s not cool.”

“Hipsters are cynical though.”

“I’m not. And everyone wants to be loved. That’s why the last line on my record is ‘Please love me.'”

The train pulled int Times Square station.

“Then you need to be able to love too,” she said.

“I’m trying,” I said, kissed her on the cheek, and stepped off the train into the chaos of a new day.