Scrap Metal Furniture

[REW]

The secret patio
behind Sanagan’s Meat Locker
smelt like fresh cut pine,
and the greenhouse bistro
beside the neighbourhood bridal boutique
bustled with hard-to-find streetwear,
and retro-inspired staples. 

Across the street, local moms
dedicated to the Japanese otona trend
bought unisex shades and muted fabrics
at Daub and Design, while a man in a tuque
smoked pristine status accessories
outside the trendy cafe-slash-menswear-shop
on Ossington.

I am intrigued by the hidden/secret patio behind the meat locker, but I am not sure what that has to do with the poem other than paint a scene.  I enjoyed this for having vividly painted a scene of which I am unfamiliar.  I think the poem falls short in delivering a message though.  For me it is not clear what you are conveying by describing this scene other than describe.  So my recommendation would be to build on this, add a bit more to leave the reader something to chew on.  I also am not clear what the title, "Scrap Metal Furniture" has to do with the scene in the poem and perhaps you would like to make that more clear.  Basically I think you have something here that can be molded a bit more and built into something meaningful.

I saw mention in a comment about ridiculing a magazine...if that is the case it isn't really clear to me and if it was more clear, then I think you would have the meaningfulness that it is currently a little lacking.