Bronx Park East (IRT White Plains Road Line)

Bronx Park East is a local station on the IRT White Plains Road Line of the New York City Subway. Located in the Bronx on White Plains Road at Bronx Park East, it is served by the 2 train at all times, and the 5 train during rush hours in the peak direction. This station has three tracks and two side platforms.

Old signs at the center exit stairs and have been painted over, but those on the southbound platform are still visible through the paint. Covered windows in the concrete wall are also present. The tiled mezzanine has windows and standard "Uptown" and "Downtown" mosaics. The mezzanine itself is made of stucco over concrete and is massive.

South of this station, one can view the IRT Dyre Avenue Line just off to the east. Continuing south, the Unionport Yard is also to the east past the connection to the Dyre Avenue Line. The East 180th Street Yard is to the west just prior to entering the next station, East 180th Street.

The 2006 artwork here is called B is for Birds in the Bronx by Candida Alvarez.

Famous quotes containing the words bronx, park, east, white, plains and/or road:

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    brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain and drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,
    Allen Ginsberg (b. 1926)

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    We sat in the car park till twenty to one
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    Sir John Betjeman (1906–1984)

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    Robert Benchley (1889–1945)

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