The (east village) Bean

The owner soaks customers and employees with

a water gun while they talk lattes and bagels;

he teases the woman who spilled her gatorade

all over his counter.

No one else is quite as excited as he is,

and now the barista is soaked,

and now I am soaked

for laughing he says.

It got rated B, a big blue one

right in the front window,

for squirting employees and customers I guess

but that doesn’t stop it from being full.

Maybe we come for the vegan red velvet cake,

or the dirty chai

or maybe we pile into the pillowed windows

happy to have a place that still spills things,

lets dogs in,

and scares the customers witless

with large squirt guns and a super low

ceiling you are sure to knock into

on your way to the bath room.

About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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