Sea jazz is…

The rolling crash of shoreline cymbals
At each salty climax.

The mnemonic note of the sax
Wailing against a backdrop of azure blues.

The frothy pianissimo of low tide
Tickling the shells of my earlobes.

The cool splash of the soloist conjuring up
Billie, Dizzy, Ella, Sarah and the Duke
With one sweet wave of melody.

The heavy strum of the double bass leaving
Soft, indelible prints in the rhythmic sands
Of time.

See? Jazz.