Preston Road – Metropolitan Line

Preston Road is one of those tube stations that you tend to see in older films. It feels like a real non entity at times because everyone is commuting, all of the time, and can have the stereotypical appearance of a London that doesn’t communicate. Plus it gets very windy.

At Preston Road
They tell a joke.
One heard elsewhere,
It caused guffaw.
But across platforms one and two,
Silence.

Wind slaps the cheek,
Striking them numb,
It reddens the nose.
And this wind,
Presence always assured
No matter the season,
Means the joke is whisked away.

No one hears a thing
At Preston Road.
They just stand,
Huddled for protection.
Praying for the day
That windbreakers come to fashion.

 

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