Written on the Piccadilly line of course.
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.
There’s so many in London.
The zigzags intimidating,
The map so colorful.
The sound of tapped travelcards.
People striding through the barriers out of habit -
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.
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.
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