Inspired by my teammate always laughing at my thick accent over certain words.
Read this poem to yourself, then find any New Yorker (or if you are one, you) to read it out loud. Watch them laugh and swell with pride as the best accent in the nation is showcased out loud.
Nothing quite gets me off
better than a coffee at Battery Park.
With the long horn of the Staten Island Ferry
moaning along the water.
A dog barks from an upscale apartment.
The air smelling faintly of the river and laundry being done.
The Hudson's waves washing gently against the shore.
There's a satisfying stillness in Manhattan in the morning.
As the city that never sleeps rubs her eyes awake
and raises her torch for the day.
An early morning jogger runs past,
water bottle in hand.
A taxi being called by a whistle.
Someone screams,
"I'm walking here"
Sip your coffee.
Watch the day march on.
On the banks of the Hudson River - January