June in New York is the season of ankles
Marble, bone, branch, sprouting from the bulbs of calves
Endless prairies of knee-down sculpture
Growing in the gardens of Madison Avenue
Syncopated melodic parade
She's pretty erotic shoes off in the shade
Ankles of amethyst, ankles of Jade
June is New York is a circus of ankles
crossing, uncrossing at newsstands cross crosswalks
High-heel high-step bombshell myth
Opera percussive Avenue Fifth
Syncopated melodic parade
She's pretty erotic shoes off in the shade
Ankles of amethyst, ankles of Jade
Danger, danger, danger, danger, ankles
Danger, danger, danger, danger, ankles
With God and nature in perfect fusion
The female leg drew that conclusion
From foot to shin there’s no illusion
You go shoppin', I'll keep perusin'
Syncopated melodic parade
She's pretty erotic shoes off in the shade
Ankles of amethyst, ankles of Jade
Music - Karen Swerdlow & Paul McKee
Lyrics - Tommy Swerdlow (and that’s me wounded goose honking on bass clarinet)
a circus of ankles - yes! loved this
My father, born in 1920, came of age during WWll, would’ve loved this ~ he was what they used to call , ‘a leg man’, a big admirer of the female ankle and would’ve appreciated this ode…