Jovan in the Parts Department

Clock in, barcode beep. Blue shirt, steel toe feet. Shelf full of

filters and belts. Counting stock, feeling the heat. Here come Jovan through the side

door. Grin big, hands in his coat. "Got any extras

in the back", he said. But he never bring a job or a note.

Jovan in a parts department. Oh, Jovan. Always looking for

a free little something. Free. Free. Hiding from his

boss, just living in the aisle. Walking round the shop,

but he never turn a dial. Jovan in the parts department. Classy man.