The tone this poem will take is foreshadowed in the first stanza: "closed convenience stores concealed behind metal shutters." The businessmen speed through their lives and by implication, yours as well, "faster than the trains that carry them" The subtly beautiful women with smiles that you wish you could keep cross the turnstile out of your life forever. Even your aspirations derail before their destination. All that would be convenient, or food for life, or food for thought, are closed to you; you know they exist but they are closed behind metal shutters.
Blue-tooth ears and Blackberry fingertips is a gripping metaphor. As always, your poetry avoids the trite.
This poem is very different from, and yet teasingly reminiscent of Carl Sandburg's poem:
"I am riding on a limited express, ... Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze ... (All the coaches shall be scrap and rust and all the men and women laughing in the diners and sleepers shall pass to ashes.)
I ask a man in the smoker where he is going and he answers: “Omaha.”