Kerouac and Jane Bond

I finished off Kerouac’s Dharma Bums, and wow — what a fine ending. I’ve just started on Desolation Angels, a suitable book to follow it. The introduction is an interesting description of Kerouac as seen from the eyes of another writer and lover — one who examines his psyche and shows us the downside of being the quintessential Beat poet: Kerouac was still alone and homeless after all his friends were settled down, and he became famous despite his rejection of the Great American Dream. I’m completely fascinated by this book, and I haven’t really started reading it.
I was actually a bit disappointed tonight when I went to the Jane Bond, expecting either some DJs playing and mixing, or a quiet evening so I could read. Turned out to be another band playing, neither Jazz, nor Folk, and a cover charge was required. I managed to charm the manager into letting me drink coffee and read for a while (before the band started up), and I was out of there in plenty of time to hit the grocery store on the way home.