When I Sing, J.Dudley

When I sing I think of Nothing
By Jennifer Dudley

When I sing I think of nothing
In the apartment alone
On Saturday
Guitar in hand flipping through chords
Tapping rhythm on its wooden side
My voice gets louder, warming up
Lyrics go from hums to words
On the fly it’s blues
Or Jazz
No work here, or news
Oil spills or presidents
I strum
Sing
Close my eyes
And think of nothing