What does Wednesday sound like?

Today’s soundtrack was
a rhythmless bout of noisy birds,
the same three notes on a piano on repeat,
lots of big breaths before little epiphanies,
Chaka Khan, onions sizzling frying in oil,
maybe four full laughs, and an odd twang.

Sometimes the orchestra is made of
frogs, sometimes flutes.
Wednesday is a roiling boiling zydeco.