scene:

a bike shop, late afternoon, almost closing
most of the kids are gone,
chris, the dreamy mechanic i've known visually since high school,
and i, are squatting on the ground
on either side of the wheel between us,
putting our best efforts into
unscrewing a rusty hub
salt n pepa ask
"can't you hear the music's pumpin hard like i wish you would?"

he moves the wheel to a vice