Written on the Piccadilly line of course. |
This is A Piccadilly line service To Heathrow Terminals 4 And 1, 2, 3. I am one of those usual travellers. My mind pointing in a single direction, Me headed to the usual destination, I move along the dark blue route - Harshly slicing through radial London, Rarer and rarer zones 1, 2, 3. The next station is Acton Town. It is an accessible station, Like a lot of others in Greater London. I recall changing to a different line here before; Newer, cleaner, wider trains - The fresh green District line. Trains. There’s so many in London. The zigzags intimidating, The map so colorful. Beep. Beep. The sound of tapped travelcards. People striding through the barriers out of habit - Numerous personalities, Thousands of gazes, A million steps and A billion connections not made. This station is Osterley. Another one of those stops Where I will probably never alight. Entire places remain in memory As platforms crossed on the way To somewhere apparently more significant. 1, 2, 3. Counting down now - That many stops to Heathrow Terminal 4, The train will wait there a while Catering to flight passengers, Airport travelers, and not commuters - The intimidating Piccadilly line Now warming up to me. This? It’s a Piccadilly line service to Heathrow Airport. The few people left on the train Get increasingly flustered - Which bag do I pick up first? Where is the Oyster card thing? Maybe I should use this set of doors. Beep. Right through the wide accessible gateway. Departures is that way. A train moves against the platform behind As the Piccadilly line service to Heathrow Terminals 1, 2, 3 and back Is forgotten once more. May 29, 2017 |