Main Poetry Index Travel/Transport

There’s a platform full of people

    Who are looking to the right

With the hope that they will shortly

    See a tube train come in sight.


With their tightly rolled up brollies

    To ward off the London rain –

They hope they’ll not prod others

    In an overloaded train.


Briefcases hold some documents –

     They’ve worked on these at home -

And the briefcase – a most faithful friend

     Goes wheresoe’er they roam.


A bowler hat is dated -

    Has its time come to an end?

For the city-slicker youngsters

     There's a newer fashion trend.


There’s a grumbling, then a rumbling

    That’s now becoming loud,

And a bustling and a hustling

    From this large expectant crowd.


And look!  Here come more passengers -

      They're clearly in a rush

And their plans involve the joining of this

     Relentless human crush.    


From the tunnel comes the tube train

    Which slows gently to its rest

Whilst at its doors its passengers

    Are intimately pressed.


Then out spill many occupants

    Whilst new ones bundle in.

They’re tightly packed like sardines

    All compressed within their tin.


They’re face to face with strangers

    Whom they’ve never met before –

But here it seems quite tolerable,

    Not something to abhor.


The doors glide to and off they go,

     - A busy day ahead –

But for certain all these straphangers

     Will be back in time for bed.



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* Straphanger:  a standing passenger in a bus or train.  "The strap-hangers were swaying unsteadily"




By Josie Whitehead

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