The London Underground

The underground. 

The familiar rumbling sound of the train.

That stale stifling smell.

The underground in the summer could be likened to hell. 

Deep, deep down below beneath the busy London streets.

Faces, different races, they all meet. 

Where are they going, where have they been. They all need to commute.

The man in the suit. The group of youths listening to music. The punk in the corner.

The pretty lady...

The famous London Underground, the dirty train making that unmistakable familiar sound.

In a few stops the destination will be reached.

The doors will open and they will file out and head for the escalator.

Up, up high to the light and pollution of the busy London streets.

Demola, TCC