Cypress Avenue (IRT Pelham Line)

Cypress Avenue is a local station on the IRT Pelham Line of the New York City Subway. It is served by the 6 train at all times and is located at the intersection of Cypress Avenue and East 138th Street in the Bronx.

This underground station, opened on January 17, 1919, has two side platforms and three tracks. The center express track is used by the weekday peak direction <6> service.

Both platforms have their original Dual Contracts mosaic trim line and name tablets. "C" tablets for "Cypress" run along the trim line at regular intervals and the name tablets have "CYPRESS AVE." in serif, all-caps lettering. Dark yellow i-beam columns run along the platforms at regular intervals with every other one having the standard black name plate with white lettering.

Both platforms were extended at either ends in the 1960s to accommodate the current standard length of an IRT train (510 feet). The extensions are noticeable as they are narrower than the rest of the platforms, have no columns, and the trim line is green with "CYPRESS AVE" in white sans serif font. The extensions result in the platforms being slightly offset.

Both platforms have one same-level fare control area at the east (railroad north) end. Each one has a turnstile bank, token booth, and two street stairs. The ones on the Pelham Bay Park-bound platform go up to the south side of East 138th Street between Cypress and Jackson Avenues while the ones on the Manhattan-bound platform go up to the north side.

There are no crossovers or crossunders to allow free transfers between directions. There is a closed newsstand that has been tiled over.

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