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.