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Porphyro in Akron

O City, your axles need not the oil of song.
I will whisper words to myself
And put them in my pockets.

- Hart Crane
selection from Porphyro in Akron

This is only a part of the longer poem but it wasn't, in this case, the overall sense of the poem dedicated to a booming rubber manufacturing town, that appealed to me, just the turn of phrase. These lines, I think, capture perfectly the introverts take on a busy scene.