Dark End Of The Street

At the dark end of the street, that’s where we always meet.

Hiding in shadows where we don’t belong.

Livin’ in darkness to hide our wrong.

- DAN PENN AND HIPS MOMAN,

“The Dark End of the Street”

I ’ve been scarred and battered.

My hopes the wind done scattered.

Snow has friz me, sun has baked me.

Looks like between ’em

They done tried to make me

Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’-

But I don’t care!

I’m still here!

- LANGSTON HUGHES, “Still Here”